The Final Bogroll

To the tune of The Final Countdown, by Europe.

We’re under the weather
We’re not feeling well
And maybe we’ll get worse
Or not, who can tell?
I wish I could say who’s to blame,
Who used it last,
But here in the littlest room I find…

It’s the final bogroll…
The final bogroll…
Oh no!

We’re heading for mishap (mishap), and still we must go
We walked into this trap (this trap), and terrible woe, yeah.
With so many night hours to go, no shops to be found (to be found)
I pray we survive even so…

With the final bogroll…
The final bogroll…
The final bogroll (final bogroll, oh!)
The final bogroll, oh-oh!
(Repeat ad infinitum, with knees together)