Lutefisk, O Lutefisk

Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, how fragrant your aroma,
Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, you put me in a coma
You smell so strong, you look like glue,
You taste just like an overshoe,
But lutefisk, come Saturday,
I tink I eat you anyvay

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, I put you in the doorvay
I wanted you to ripen up just like they do in Norvay
A dog came by and sprinkled you
I hit him with my overshoe
O lutefisk, now I suppose
I'll eat you while I hold my nose

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, how well I do remember
On Christmas Eve how we'd receive our big treat of December
It wasn't turkey or fried ham
It wasn't even pickled Spam
My mother knew there was no risk
In serving buttered lutefisk

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, now everyone discovers
That lutefisk and lefse make Norvegians better lovers
Now all the world can have a ball
You're better than that Geritol
O lutefisk, with brennevin [Norwegian brandy]
You make me feel like Errol Flynn

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, you have a special flavor
Lutefisk, O lutefisk, all good Norvegians savor
That slimy slab we know so well
Identified by ghastly smell
Lutefisk, O lutefisk,
Our loyalty won't waver

tune: O Tannenbaum
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