Nibblin' on day board
Tapin' up my sword
Watchin' the chiv' gettin' ready to fight
First of the season
That is the reason
That we put up with the chill of the night
Freezin' our asses here in Mariaville
Waitin' for that - ten man melee assault
Who could ask more?
When the barons toast s'mores
So you see, it's nobody's fault
Went down to bardic
Sang some Sephardic
Pre-Columbian Portuguese love songs
Strummin' my eleven string
Doin' that lute thing
And I could have won but my documentation was wrong
Freezin' our asses here in Mariaville
Waitin' for that - ten man melee assault
Who could ask more?
When he barons toast s'mores
So you see, it's nobody's fault
There's no rhyme or reason
For what is the season
First weekend of summer it's likely to snow
But here in the twilight
The great Rose War highlight
I can see campfires beginning to glow
Freezin' our asses here in Mariaville
Waitin' for that - ten man melee assault
Who could ask more?
When the barons toast s'mores
So you see, it's nobody's fault