
Gilligan
Ahoy there me hearty! Where are ye goin'?
With yer big shiny ship and yer rum?
You're goin' up north to play chickin with 'bergs?
Now I thinks yer wrong Gilligan
You know there are solar
You know there are Deadpool's
You know that Canada's a bad place to sail
Especially when yer fuel tanks empty...
Now ye rest on the sea bed
Yer glory hopes are dead
Ye know that ye could've damn won!
So we'll wait on the beach
For that speck in the heat
That marks the return of... Gilligan

got stooled.











