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Rick Roll'd?


Surely, if you've spent enough time on these interwebs, you've been Rick Roll'd. It doesn't have to be a humiliating experience, friends. No—I, Fenway Bartholomule, have invented a way for you to keep your dignity and your Muleness when you're plunged into the corridors of '80s pop. 

Next time you're Rick Roll'd, simply sing along using these handy alternative lyrics. May the Muleness be with you!

"We're no strangers to love,
You feed me hay, I give you rides . . . 
A lovely ear rub's what I'm thinking of, 
And don't you give this to any other guy! 

I just wanna bray 'bout how I'm feeling,
Gotta make you understand! 

Always gonna eat that hay,
Wanna see you throw it down,
Gonna eat it, every bite, gonna want dessert, too.
Never gonna get it wet, 
Never gonna waste it, no,
Cause I know it keeps me plump, and cute too . . . 

We've known each other for so long, 
You're hay's abundant
And you're itching to share it. 
Inside the feedroom, there's so much to eat,
I know it's tasty, so bring it! 

And if you ask me if I'm too full
Don't tell me you're too blind to see . . . 

Always gonna eat that hay,
Wanna see you throw it down,
Gonna eat it, every bite, gonna want dessert, too.
Never gonna get it wet, 
Never gonna waste it, no,
Cause I know it keeps me plump, and cute too . . . 

Always gonna eat that hay,
Wanna see you throw it down,
Gonna eat it, every bite, gonna want dessert, too.
Never gonna get it wet, 
Never gonna waste it, no,
Cause I know it keeps me plump, and cute too . . . 

Eat that hay. Eat that hay.
Eat that hay. Eat that hay.
Always gonna eat, 
Always gonna eat, eat that hay.
Always gonna eat,
Always gonna eat, eat that hay.

You've fed me daily for so long, 
Show up like clockwork, 
And you know I like it, 
I take you riding, cause we both know,
There's nothing I won't do for more hay! 

I just wanna bray 'bout how I'm feeling,
Gotta make you understand! 

Always gonna eat that hay,
Wanna see you throw it down,
Gonna eat it, every bite, gonna want dessert, too.
Never gonna get it wet, 
Never gonna waste it, no,
Cause I know it keeps me plump, and cute too . . . 

Always gonna eat that hay,
Wanna see you throw it down,
Gonna eat it, every bite, gonna want dessert, too.
Never gonna get it wet, 
Never gonna waste it, no,
Cause I know it keeps me plump, and cute too . . . 

Always gonna eat that hay,
Wanna see you throw it down,
Gonna eat it, every bite, gonna want dessert, too.
Never gonna get it wet, 
Never gonna waste it, no,
Cause I know it keeps me plump, and cute too . . . 

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