YAMBPCU
(Yet Another Myth/Beatles Parody Clean-Up)
When I get older, losing my flesh
Centuries from now...
Will you still be yelling at me, howls and wails?
Long haired zerk heads, Dwarven cocktails!
If I've beeen out for eighty-six years, would you lock the door?
Will you TRO KIK me...
Will Giants flick me...
When I'm three-oh-four...?
[Piano solo and long undead sounding groans]
You'll be ancient too
And if you say A WORD
MY - BLADES - WILL - HACK - YOU
I can be handy mending a thrall, when its life has gone
You can shine your blades up by the fireside...
Sunday morning, somebody died!
Stalking the gard'ner, killing babies...
Who could ask for more?
Will you TRO KIK me...
Will Giants flick me...
When I'm three-oh-four?
Every century we'll grow a stinking colony of Wights
(If there's no Dwarves near)
They'll rot and decay!
Ancestors with no spleens...
Lifelust lives today!
Send me a Dwarf head
Give me a limb
Stating you can kill
Indicate presisely who you mean to slay...
Your whole body's wasting away!
I'm just a corpse-man
Rotting away
Dead forever more
Will you TRO KIK me...
Will Giants flick me...
When I'm three-oh-four?
