11-15-2007, 07:28 PM
You Can't Knock Kretol Down
(To the Tune of "Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown" - Jim Croce)
Oh the Southside, of Orgrammar...is the baddest part of town
and if you go down there you better be aware that there is one Orc you can't knock down
Now Kretol...is more than trouble...you see he stands about 6 foot four...all them fine orc ladies want to call him lover...all the males just call him "sir!"
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Now Kretol...he's a gambler...and he loves his Lottery...
And he likes to wear his dragon signet ring where everyone can see
he got a custom suit of armor...he got custom maces too
he got fine Dwarven gun in his pocket for fun...he got a fine pair of dragonhide boots.
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Well Friday, about a week ago...Kretol went with the tribe
And at the end of the hall stood a tall young maiden and oooh...that girl looked fine!
Well he cast a spell upon her...but that was when the trouble began
and Kretol soon learned his lesson about messin' with the Maiden from Karazhan
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Well the whole group started fighting ...and when they pulled him from the grave
Kretol...looked a little more forsaken than Dispaya or Eveline!
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
Badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Yeah he was badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
(To the Tune of "Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown" - Jim Croce)
Oh the Southside, of Orgrammar...is the baddest part of town
and if you go down there you better be aware that there is one Orc you can't knock down
Now Kretol...is more than trouble...you see he stands about 6 foot four...all them fine orc ladies want to call him lover...all the males just call him "sir!"
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Now Kretol...he's a gambler...and he loves his Lottery...
And he likes to wear his dragon signet ring where everyone can see
he got a custom suit of armor...he got custom maces too
he got fine Dwarven gun in his pocket for fun...he got a fine pair of dragonhide boots.
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Well Friday, about a week ago...Kretol went with the tribe
And at the end of the hall stood a tall young maiden and oooh...that girl looked fine!
Well he cast a spell upon her...but that was when the trouble began
and Kretol soon learned his lesson about messin' with the Maiden from Karazhan
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Well the whole group started fighting ...and when they pulled him from the grave
Kretol...looked a little more forsaken than Dispaya or Eveline!
And you can't, knock, Kretol down...cause he's the baddest Orc in the whole darn town
Badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Yeah he was badder than ol' King Thrall...and meaner than a core hound dog!
Sing True Ironsong!