Here we are in the Christmas season and no one has mentioned Lutefisk! Remember this, sung to the tune of "Oh, Christmas Tree."
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
how fragrant your aroma;
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
you put me in a coma.
You smell so strong,
you look like glue;
You taste yust ike an overshoe.
But Lutefisk, come Saturday
I tink I'll eat you anyway.
A dog came by and sprinkled you--
I hit him vid an army shoe.
O Lutefisk - now I suppose,
I'll eat you as I hold my nose.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
how vell I do remember:
On Christmas Eve, how ve'd receive
our big treat of December.
It vasn't turkey or fried ham -
It vasn't even spickled spam.
My mudder knew dere vas no risk
in serving buttered Lutefisk.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
- now everyone discovers
Dat Lutefisk and lefse makes
Norvegians better lovers.
Now all da vorld can have a ball -
You're better dan dat Yeritol.
O Lutefisk - vid brennevin
you make me feel like young again.
(Obviously this was written by a Norvegian - Finlanders don't serve Lutefisk with butter or lefse.)
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
how fragrant your aroma;
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
you put me in a coma.
You smell so strong,
you look like glue;
You taste yust ike an overshoe.
But Lutefisk, come Saturday
I tink I'll eat you anyway.
A dog came by and sprinkled you--
I hit him vid an army shoe.
O Lutefisk - now I suppose,
I'll eat you as I hold my nose.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
how vell I do remember:
On Christmas Eve, how ve'd receive
our big treat of December.
It vasn't turkey or fried ham -
It vasn't even spickled spam.
My mudder knew dere vas no risk
in serving buttered Lutefisk.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk,
- now everyone discovers
Dat Lutefisk and lefse makes
Norvegians better lovers.
Now all da vorld can have a ball -
You're better dan dat Yeritol.
O Lutefisk - vid brennevin
you make me feel like young again.
(Obviously this was written by a Norvegian - Finlanders don't serve Lutefisk with butter or lefse.)
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