To the tune of "Money, Money, Money" by Abba.

I sing all night, I sing all day, to please the group I'm with today,
Ain't it sad.
And still they never seem to see the mobs all aggro fast on me,
Hurts me bad.
I've had enough, I'm getting out,
I give the zone another shout,
"A Bard? Which level? 32? That's great, your mana song will do..."

Mana, mana, mana,
Screw the banter,
Just sing Clarity.
Mana, mana, mana,
There's no Enchanter,
But the Bard comes free.
Boo-hoo-ooooo
They don't want me to twist,
They just want a dose of mana,
Playing constantly.

A decent group is hard to find but they want crack most of the time,
Ain't it sad.
And if they happen to want me it's not for wit or personality,
Drives me mad.
So I must leave, I'll have to go,
"No. I'm a Bard, I don't have SoW",
Equip my drums and fire up Selo's, I leave behind those crack-whore
fellows...

Mana, mana, mana,
Screw the banter,
Just sing Clarity.
Mana, mana, mana,
There's no Enchanter,
But the Bard comes free.
Boo-hoo-ooooo
They don't want me to twist,
They just want a dose of mana,
Playing constantly.

Mana, mana, mana,
Give up playing a
Bard at thirty-three.
Mana, mana, mana,
You'll become a
Mana battery.
Boo-hoo-oooo
They don't want other songs,
They just want to hear that mana,
Playing constantly.

Comments appreciated. :)

Kyrisha Soerbaird
27th Bard of Bertoxxulous