Lyrics

I got a 20 sider on call
Dressed up and ready to roll
Get up and choose alignment
Dressed up and ready to roll
Midnight, torchlight down in the haunted cave
Get some platinum the D.M. will turn the page
Check out my thief he's got the black shield
Dressed up and ready to roll
Fan out to scope that fortress
Dressed up and ready to roll
Lawful, evil; a moral catastrophe
Half-orc, full-dork; the myth and reality
We may not know any girls
But we got graph paper guiding our way
We got confusion, delusion
And all of Friday night to kill
Pick up the phone the pizza's still late
Dressed up and ready to roll
We'll try to hide from cyclops
Dressed up and ready to roll
Midnight, torchlight down in the haunted cave
Get some platinum the D.M. will turn the page
We may not know any girls
But we got graph paper guiding our way
We got confusion, delusion
And all of Friday night to kill
That was by far the best time that we ever had
That was by far the best time that we ever had
Get to the tavern have a few beers
Dressed up and ready to roll
Pick up an Elvin bar whore
Dressed up and ready to roll
We may not know any girls
But we got graph paper guiding our way
We got confusion, delusion
And all of Friday night to kill
That was by far the best time that we ever had
That was by far the best time that we ever had
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