You see, they ask you to sing, and then they laugh at you. I dunno. Give me another Bolabeer.
Oddworld: the saga begins (American Pie)
A long, long time ago... Some can still remember how
Mudokons were happy and free.
But now we’re slaves and it’s not pretty,
Working hard up in the city
It’s not great, I’ll think you will agree.
Cause Glukkons worked us to the ground,
Our feet are tied and hands are bound,
The wildlife are eaten...
While slaves like us are beaten
But wild creatures will soon be gone
So what will Glukkons then sell on?
They’ll chop us up before too long,
Just Abe could see what’s wrong.
So...my, my Abey, you’d better fly
Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy
Your time in the Farms, it was all a big lie
And the time to face your future is nigh
The time to face your future is nigh
Did you ever see someone with such speed
As he sprinted through the corporate greed
Past the slig guards on patrol
Abe had to get out of there
And get out of the dragon’s lair
And escape through a barrel with a roll
And through the stockyards dark and grim
The guards- no problem, they are dim
He’s got nothing to lose
And no weapons to use
Sneaking through the sloggie muck
With a little skill and a lot of luck
And the bombs- they really suck
They almost got Abe fried
Alarms were ringing...
My, my Abey you’d better fly
Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy
You’ve spent your life baking paramite pies
And now you’re standing on cliff’s edge high
Now you’re standing on a cliff’s edge high
The moon before him had Abe’s paw
Printed on its face as in Muddish lore
But the rock fell beneath his feet
He fell a hundred yards and smashed his head
The Bigface said that he was dead
Then performed a trick that was really neat
He brought our Abe right back to life
And told him tales of trouble and strife
He listened and he learned
To Monsaic Lines he turned.
Holy guides led him through the dark
The passwords were whistles and farts
He learned his past and of his part
On him his race relied
They were singin'
My, my Abey you’d better fly
Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy
You’ve spent your life baking paramite pies
You really are the chosen guy
You really are the chosen guy
He went by well to Paramonia
With forests tall and sligs who’ll own ya
And a really grumpy elum to ride
There was a giant temple great
And paramites whose flesh he ate
Who were after our Abe’s bright blue hide
Then it was straight to Scrabania
A desert filled with myth and mania
And scrabs who like to dance
Oh, he almost wet his pants
When he returned to the Bigface
He received hand scars at the base.
Abe now has powers to save his race,
Molluck, you’d better hide!
Bigface was singing
My, my Abey you’d better fly
Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy
But now you can transform into the great Shry-
Kull and make the Magog Cartel fry
Make the Magog Cartel fry
Through a portal with much haste
Abe, he did not have the time to waste
He ran through Monsaic Lines
Using Shrykull to cook the guards
To return it wasn’t hard
He could chant and then control their greedy minds.
He came back to No Man’s Land
Where Abe first saw the moon with his hand
Security was tighter
And Abe was not a fighter
But he entered in the night
Rupture Farms: a frightful sight
And their guard slogs have a nasty bite
Hungry for Abey’s blue hide.
My, my Abey you’d better fly
Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy
Now you’ve returned to rescue all of your guys
Because soon they are all going to die
Soon they are all going to die
There were traps that Abe could use
To stop sligs giving scrubs abuse
So Abe could free them through a bird portal
Among the meat saws and the bloody gore
A power switch to show the Gluk’s what-for
It turns out that Rupture Farms was just mortal
But Molluck was really pissed
And gassed the Farms with an iron fist
Abe killed the directors
Of all of Rupture’s sectors
Abe was captured by the law
Suspended him over a meat saw
Mudokons sent lightning galore
The day that Molluck fried
They were singin'
My, my Abey you’re a great guy
’Cause we weren’t chopped up into products the Khanzumers would buy
So we saved you from where you would have died
And we put you on a podium high
We put you on a podium high
My, my Abey you’re a great guy
’Cause you saved us when we had no one else on to rely
You completed the tests that no mud ever dared try
Now I want to eat a paramite pie
I want to eat a paramite pie
...I need a drink and a shower...
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