--- In eqbards@egroups.com, "Gordon Hughes" <ghughes@c...> wrote:
> 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