(Sung to the GILLIGAN'S ISLAND theme)
Come sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of fateful trip.
That started from a small lake town,
Aboard two tiny ships.
The mates were a bunch of pole dancers,
But the waitstaff was too pure.
The Vikings team set sail that day,
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
The action started getting hot,
The dancers strutted their stuff.
If not for the prudes in the fearless crew,
There wouldn't have been such a huff.
The boats turned around and went back home,
The authorities came aboard.
But fear not friends, 'cause all's not lost,
The Vikings finally scored!
[Well, at least the Vikes scored -- too bad it wasn't on the gridiron. Dwayne, what do you have to say about your pathetic Vikings? They got beat by the Bears!]
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