The Ballad of Bobby Bogdan
(That Awful Lugaru)
by Dok Lazlo
copyright 2022
The Luga.. Lugaru...
The Luga.. Lugaru...
Stray to far from the path, you may become Lugaru,
(repeat once)
In the Old French Colonies there is a tale so strange...
of men who wonder from the path and become so deranged.
Sometimes an Indian Shaman... some say a Swamp Witch too...
can turn such a man into a beast they call the Lugaru,
Choras
Young Bobby Bogdan, he was, oh such a thug.
He looked to find pleasure at the bottom of a mug.
Some crafty Quarter whore lured him into her room.
The Moon it came out... he became the Lugaru.
He ripped her all to shreds, it was such an awful sight.
He went off running into that awful night.
The law it followed suit and they shot him through and through.
The Moon it went down... there was no more Lugaru.
Only Bobby, he laid there... body tattered... bullet torn.
His face as innocent as the day he was born.
If you're drawn towards your sins, let this be a tale for you...
Stray too far from the path... you may become Lugaru.
If you're drawn towards your sins, let this be a tale for you...
Stray too far from the path... you may become Lugaru.
Choras
My love, it lies in the Swamp.
My love, it lies in the Deep....
