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| to the tune of Fie on Goodness from Camelot by Alan J. Lerner and Frederick Loewe |
| PRAISE TO SAURON |
| RINGWRAITH #3'S DREAM |
| Ringwraith #3: Praise to Sauron! Praise! Praise to Sauron! Praise! Eight years of killing all our neighbors, Making sure that the meek all die in flames. Eight years of doing mighty labors. With our great aim, we will win fame! Oh, praise to Sauron! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! It's been interesting all the way, Derry-down, derry-down. And getting better ev'ry day, Derry-down, derry-down. Ah, yes! To burn a little town or slay a dozen men, And yes, I shall laugh again! Oh, praise to Sauron! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! When I think of the rollicking pleasures that even now fill my days. Lolly-lo, lolly-lo. Like the time that I locked up a man in his hut and I set it ablaze. Lolly-lo, lolly-lo. I can still hear his orphan cry, Looking down where the ruins lie. And Sauron, he did say, "You deserve extra pay, Which I'll give you by and by." Praise to Sauron! Praise! Praise to Sauron! Praise! All the goodguys will quickly be arrested. Here, ev'ry man is merely orc-bait. Virgins are constantly molested. Lolly-lo-late, gad but it's great! Oh, praise to Sauron! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! Oh, we are the lords of Mordor! All our whims must be obeyed! Even though it's hot in Mordor - It's five hundred centigrade! Ah, I love to kill in Mordor, Where the victims scream the best. Burning little towns in Mordor, It's jolly easy to molest. Praise to Mordor! Praise! Praise to Mordor! Praise! Sauron cares not for any sin now, He lets you do anything that you wants to. How could anybody have chagrin now? Nonny-no-noo, gad but it's true! Oh, praise to Sauron! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! There's many follies to deplore, Derry-down, derry-down. There's not a day I find a bore, Derry-down, derry-down. Ah but to spend a jolly evening breaking other's doors, Happy and alive once more! Oh, praise to vice! Praise! Praise to cruelty! Praise! Praise to prejudice! Praise to Sauron! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise! |