LYRICS GAME

Pack your gear, we're going on a trip

We're leaving Hobbiton

Grab lembas bread, the cracklings, and the knapsack

And tell Aragorn

Beyond the Shire, there's a place

Since nobody can park there

We're walking

Gandalf, you look great on your steed

We're on foot

I got hard when I saw Galadriel

Drinking the mead

Agent Smith from The Matrix

Has turned gay

He's wearing a tiara

From Barbie Super Star

Fat Sam scares me more than a Nazgûl

He wants to bust my bum

And he follows me even when I go to poop

Behind a birch

A clever critter is watching us

That crawls like a reptile

From the looks of him he's Ángel Cristo

In a loincloth

I'm heading to Moria

Where are you headed?

I'm taking for the road

A foie gras sandwich

I'm heading to Moria

We have to get up early

And the whole gang is

Singing Manowar

I go ape and euphoria hits me

On the way to Moria

When I put on the ring

I see Sauron's a*shole

The carajillo has gone to my head

Or it's Juan Carlos de Borbón

I'm heading to Moria

Where are you headed?

They say that there's a Gloria

That likes it from behind

I'm heading to Moria

I want to let off steam

I've been told that on Gran Vía

There's a brothel

They leave your sword nice and clean

And they feed you

Elrond's chickpeas have sat great with me

Elves really know how to distill good pacharán

The orc hordes are going to enjoy

I'm gonna gas them like Saddam did to the Kurds