Holby has most of the songs, the good parodies, but here is the one I have with me right now. It's based on Led Zeppelin's The Immigrant's Song. You can listen to it while viewing these lyrics at ledzeppelin.com.
Retto's Song
Ah, ah
We come from the site of the ice and snob,
From the stringent boards where the brown skin rules.
The hammer of monopoly drives our game to new heights
To fight ideals, and crush competition
Our victory is assured, yeah!
On we sweep to the No. 1 spot, Our advertising bans will assure
Ah, ah
We come from the site of the ice and snob,
From the stringent boards where the brown skin rules.
How soft and blue our boards, could whisper tales of flames
Of how we calmed the new rebellion
We are your administrato-o-ors
On we sweep to the No. 1 spot, Our advertising bans will assure
Think you'd better stop - and regrow your members
For peace and trust can win the day, but only, only if we're the top!
"Two" said Gimli, patting his axe. He had returned to his place on the wall. "Two?" said Legolas. "I have done better, though now I must Grope for lost arrows; all mine are gone. Yet I make my tale twenty at the least. But that is only a few leaves in a forest."
"Twenty-one!" said Gimli. "Good!" said Legolas. " But my count is now two dozen. It has been knife work up here."
"Forty-two, master Legolas!" he cried. "Alas! My axe is notched; the forty-second had an Iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?" "You have passed my score by one," answered Legolas. "But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs!"
~the contest at Helms Deep.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
[edit] It's Beatles. Got it? Actually, I pity you if you haven't heard any of their songs yet. And don't spam!
Lotr rocks!
"Two" said Gimli, patting his axe. He had returned to his place on the wall. "Two?" said Legolas. "I have done better, though now I must Grope for lost arrows; all mine are gone. Yet I make my tale twenty at the least. But that is only a few leaves in a forest."
"Twenty-one!" said Gimli. "Good!" said Legolas. " But my count is now two dozen. It has been knife work up here."
"Forty-two, master Legolas!" he cried. "Alas! My axe is notched; the forty-second had an Iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?" "You have passed my score by one," answered Legolas. "But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs!"
~the contest at Helms Deep.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
What was that supposed to mean? And, to bad you pity me, 'cause I dont care. And I don't Spam!
Don't like Betties? Ok, I'll call you Btt, or maybe cockroach...
<span style='color:green'>Can there be a gagging on account of too much badly grammar?</span>
Lotr rocks!
"Two" said Gimli, patting his axe. He had returned to his place on the wall. "Two?" said Legolas. "I have done better, though now I must Grope for lost arrows; all mine are gone. Yet I make my tale twenty at the least. But that is only a few leaves in a forest."
"Twenty-one!" said Gimli. "Good!" said Legolas. " But my count is now two dozen. It has been knife work up here."
"Forty-two, master Legolas!" he cried. "Alas! My axe is notched; the forty-second had an Iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?" "You have passed my score by one," answered Legolas. "But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs!"
~the contest at Helms Deep.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
