Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down,
And I'd like to take a minute – just sit right thar.
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Knarr.
In West Skona born and raised.
In Malmohus is where I spent most of my days:
Chilling out, mezzin', rezzin' all cool and all;
Shooting some drakulv out by the pool.
When a couple of gankers who were up to no good
Started dragging monsters through my neighborhood.
I got killed one time, and my mom ran far
And said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Knarr."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day,
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way.
She gave me a kiss, and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my helmet on and said "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo. This is bad.
Drinking potions out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Knarr be living like?
Hmm, this might be all right.
But wait, I hear they're bourgeois hicks, and all that.
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so. I'll see when I get thar.
I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Knarr.
Well, uh, the teleport landed and when I came out,
There was a dude looked like undead standing there with my name out.
I ain't trying to get slain yet; I just got here.
I sprinted with quickness like lightning, disappeared.
I whistled for a horse and when it came near,
The stable guy said “Fresh,” and it had ice on its rear.
If anything I could say that this horse was rarr.
But I thought "Nah, forget it. Yo, Holmes: to Knarr!"
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,
And I yelled to the horse, "Yo, Holmes, smell ya later!"
I looked at my kingdom; I was finally thar.
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Knarr.
ditty complements of Running bud Frank aka Schmutz the Skald
My life got flipped turned upside down,
And I'd like to take a minute – just sit right thar.
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Knarr.
In West Skona born and raised.
In Malmohus is where I spent most of my days:
Chilling out, mezzin', rezzin' all cool and all;
Shooting some drakulv out by the pool.
When a couple of gankers who were up to no good
Started dragging monsters through my neighborhood.
I got killed one time, and my mom ran far
And said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Knarr."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day,
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way.
She gave me a kiss, and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my helmet on and said "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo. This is bad.
Drinking potions out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Knarr be living like?
Hmm, this might be all right.
But wait, I hear they're bourgeois hicks, and all that.
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so. I'll see when I get thar.
I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Knarr.
Well, uh, the teleport landed and when I came out,
There was a dude looked like undead standing there with my name out.
I ain't trying to get slain yet; I just got here.
I sprinted with quickness like lightning, disappeared.
I whistled for a horse and when it came near,
The stable guy said “Fresh,” and it had ice on its rear.
If anything I could say that this horse was rarr.
But I thought "Nah, forget it. Yo, Holmes: to Knarr!"
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,
And I yelled to the horse, "Yo, Holmes, smell ya later!"
I looked at my kingdom; I was finally thar.
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Knarr.
ditty complements of Running bud Frank aka Schmutz the Skald
