Smeagol smells
Hobbit feet
Frodo has the ring
He journeys through Rivendell
With companions at his side

Oh
The count is 68
Leoglas is late
Because Gimili’s count is 69
And Sauron is no more
With Samwise at his side
Frodo destroyed the ring
And now there will be the Return of the King
With Aragorn at its rule

Oh my precious, Oh my precious
My precious where art thou?
Orcs and Wizards, Orcs and Wizards
Battle for the ring

Oh
Pippin is a fool
Who saw Saurons next plan
He looked into the ball
Which helped save the sacred land
The Orcs are released
The world is at war
Could this be the end of mankind?
The battle of Middle Earth

Oh my precious, Oh my precious
My precious is no more
For my precious, For my precious
Was melted at Mount Doom
Oh