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lonnarin

Drunken Goblins sing in the grove near the Red Lights...
« on: July 02, 2009, 04:13:44 PM »
Just got home from Wolfswood, eat more bandit than we should!
Gots to sit down, take load off warty feets.
Myconoid spores kick in, pretty soon we spinnin!
Doo, doo, doo, caked on me cave door.

CHORUS:
Cam Cutter doing cartwheels, Nonac licking 'lectric eels.
Join we happy monsters dancing on the lawn.
We gots bleeding eardrums, listenin to Warsinger hums.
Doo, doo, doo, caked on me cave door.

CHORUS
Giantkin and tiefers join in the warband!
Won't you take a ride on the two-ton-warg?
Doo, doo doo!
We take our affliction, combat with gin addiction!
Doo, doo doo caked on me cave door.


CHORUS
Giantkin and tiefers join in the warband!
Won't you take a ride on the two-ton-warg?
Drownin all our bowels in gin and drunken howls.
Doo, doo doo, caked on me cave door.


CHORUS
Hlint we go to annoy, poop near front door, oh boy!
Join we happy monsters dancing on the lawn.
We has no more sorrow, cause dwarven kegs we borrow.
Doo, doo doo, caked on me cave door!
 

lonnarin

Re: Drunken Goblins sing in the grove near the Red Lights...
« Reply #1 on: July 02, 2009, 04:34:31 PM »
*the goblins are soon joined by a few half giants and strange woodlanders, singing and drinking and taking a break from their many battles, celebrating for no reason in particular*

Now when me was just wee, Chieftain try to eats me
Daddy say, boy, don't let him bite you way he bite me!
'cause he get you 'cause he eats you now now.

Me can remember summer where runnin' through the Wolfswood bare.
And me can still hear me old wargs howlinn' chasin' down a pinky there
chasin' down a pinky there.

Born in the whelp pen
raised in a warg den
born in the whelp pen

Wish me was back in Warg den chompin on mangled squirrel.
Wishin' me were in Xeenie temple, oh, chuggin till mes hurl.

Born in the whelp pen
raised in a warg den
born in a whelp pen.

Me can remember summer where runnin' through the Wolfswood bare.
And me can still hear me old wargs howlinn' chasin' down a pinky there
chasin' down a pinky there.

Born in a whelp pen
Raised in a warg den
born in a whelp pen
 

Dorax Windsmith

Re: Drunken Goblins sing in the grove near the Red Lights...
« Reply #2 on: July 02, 2009, 05:45:36 PM »
Too funny!
 

 

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