Dominic Got Run Over by a Golf Cart {Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer}
Apologies (real, this time) to Randy Brooks

Dom'nic got run over by a golf cart
Chasing the old idol Erika.
You can say that Largo's no leetmaster,
But as for me and Edmund, we believe.
He'd been pushing at her bound'ries,
Largo told him to watch out.
But he only ignored his friend,
He wound up 0wnz0red without even a shout.
The agents found him that ev'ning,
At the scene of the attack
There were muffins by his handgun,
And incriminatin' tire marks on his back.

Dom'nic got run over by a golf cart,
Chasin' the old idol Erika.
You can say that Largo's no leetmaster,
But as for me and Edmund, we believe.
Now we're all so proud of Edmund,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there playin' Madden,
Drinkin' beer and blowin' machines all to hell.
There's no Sega gifts without Dom,
We cannot find his old Dreamcast.
And we just can't help but wonder:
What should we do with the freebies he amassed?

Dom'nic got run over by a golf cart,
Chasin' the old idol Erika.
You can say that Largo's no leetmaster,
But as for me and Edmund, we believe.

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