You're Mundane

Well, you walked in-to the feast-hall
Like you were walkin' in to a gym.
You went and turnwed on the electric lights
'Cause you found the candles dim,
And you had to show off your new garb,
With plastic Day-Glo trim.
And all the gentles hoped you'd soon be leavin'
Hoped you'd be leavin', 'cause

Well, you signed up sev'ral years ago.
You wanted to be an orc.
And, to this day, you can't understand
Why you can't be the Duke of New York.
And when you're eating roasted beast
You always use a fork.
And to events you bring hot-dogs and cola
Hot-dogs and cola, 'cause

Well, I hear you fought in a tournament
Against Sameric of St. Ive,
And that, when he dealt you a killing blow,
You continued to stay alive.
You said you deserved a saving throw;
Your armor was plus-five.
And now they're draggin' you off to the dungeon,
Dungeon, they're draggin', 'cause

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