Pennsic Van

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a new Pennsic van
I'm packin' this dragon the best that I can
It won't hold both me and the gear of my clan
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a new Pennsic van

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a waterproof tent
My bedroll is soggy, my rattan is bent
The laundry mat's closed and the last dragon went
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a waterproof tent

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a shiny great sword
It seems that I've pissed off the Kahn of the Horde
I may be quite busy, I sure won't be bored
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a shiny great sword

Oh Lord, won't you buy me the crown of the East
I'd sit at the high table at every feast
And no one would mind that I ate like a beast
Oh Lord, won't you buy me the crown of the East

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a white belt and spurs
It'd be such a kick for my friends to say "sir."
Right now all they call me is "miserable cur."
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a white belt and spurs.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a device that will pass,
Just a few fluer de lis on a field of green grass
If this won't go through, than I'll break Laurel's ass
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a device that will pass.

Author's Note:
I realize that this lends itself to lots more verses.
This is fine provided: 1) I get a copy & 2) the last verse stays last.

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