Hobbits roasting on an open fire
Hot sauce dripping from their toes
Funeral hymns being sung by a choir
And folks being slayed by evil foes
Everybody knows some orcses and some gasoline
Help to make the cities bright
All the Free-Peoples,
With their homes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Sauron’s on his way
And he has nine Black Riders comin’
for you today
And every mother’s child is gonna cry
Because of Sauron, and his big red mean old eye.

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To Frodo and that gardener guy
Although its been said, many times, many ways:
Give the Ring up, or die!