Post by Savage on Jan 2, 2007 15:43:04 GMT -5
* Serenade of Lady Aria Blake, sung horribly by Hoot Ruthgar. Writen by Hoot with special contribution from Aria Blake. Cleaned up and edit by from its original drunken tavern version, by a bard whom charged a fair price but asked to remain anonymous for fear of Aria. *
Is this the road that leads to Isnhold, home of a wizard so bold, she searches for gold, and never grows old, in Isnhold.
In Isnhold, they never grow old, they're far to bold, and go where to not they were told, in Isnhold.
She IS IN, Isnhold, where he longs to hold, the wizard so bold, there she is the fair Aria,
Dressed in fancy pants, and raining down fire on the Orcs like ants, Ants in her fancy pants.
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
She looks at him as she adjusts her looking glass, looking at him as he looks at her…
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
The fair Aria, fell one day, one glorious day, a spell was cast her way and she fell that day.
It was the best day you see, because of her chest you see, for that is where she kept the scroll that was need to raise her, so lets all praise her…
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
I had to hunt, and pat, to find the scroll, it did kind of make me feel like a troll,
Blinded by her beauty as it where the sun, which made the search much more fun, because my fingers had to run, though I didn’t get a look at those…
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
Some day, I will be burning like the Orcs and Ants all because of those Fancy Pants.
Is this the road that leads to Isnhold, home of a wizard so bold, she searches for gold, and never grows old, in Isnhold.
In Isnhold, they never grow old, they're far to bold, and go where to not they were told, in Isnhold.
She IS IN, Isnhold, where he longs to hold, the wizard so bold, there she is the fair Aria,
Dressed in fancy pants, and raining down fire on the Orcs like ants, Ants in her fancy pants.
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
She looks at him as she adjusts her looking glass, looking at him as he looks at her…
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
The fair Aria, fell one day, one glorious day, a spell was cast her way and she fell that day.
It was the best day you see, because of her chest you see, for that is where she kept the scroll that was need to raise her, so lets all praise her…
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
I had to hunt, and pat, to find the scroll, it did kind of make me feel like a troll,
Blinded by her beauty as it where the sun, which made the search much more fun, because my fingers had to run, though I didn’t get a look at those…
*Chorus* Fancy Pants, Fancy Pants, and Oh how I long for those Fancy Pants.
Some day, I will be burning like the Orcs and Ants all because of those Fancy Pants.