Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee
Hooptiously drangle me
It's Vogon poetry
Vogon poetry

My foonting turnlingdromes imploring
Drangled with crinkly bindlewurdles
Or I will rend thee
In the gobberwarts
With my blurglecruncheon
(Which, methinks, must be some kind of truncheon)

Chorus:
It's poetry again from Vogo-ow-owns
The third worst the universe has known,
Like a prostetnic Jeltz will make you groan
It ain't too late to see
How bad his poetry can be

Well, it has particularly effective
Metaphysical imagery
And, er, interesting
Rhythmic devices
Counterpointing the surr-
Ealism of the underlying metaphor

Chorus

It's poetry again,
Poetry again,
Poetry again,
Poetr... aaarrrgh!


And it ain't nice to hear
With a Babel fish in your ear

It's poetry again from Vogo-ow-owns
The third worst the universe has known,
Like a prostetnic Jeltz will make you groan
It ain't too late to see
How bad his poetry can be

It's poetry again from Vogo-ow-owns
The third worst the universe has known,
Like a prostetnic Jeltz will make you groan
And it ain't nice to hear
With a Babel fish in your ear

It's poetry again,
Poetry again,
Poetry again,
Poetr... aaarrrgh!

Poetry again...