Dremel
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There's a peculiar game that runs betweenhmmm I am jalous of your ability to comme up with all those alternative lyrics. My mother once told me not to sing at karaoke bars. Could you try something with spanish train from Chris De Burgh?
Guadalquivir and that steep hill
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And loyal fans hear
she's running still
And then they hush their forum trolls back to sleep
quote the posts, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the thread
Fill this game ten thousand deep
Well a good poster lay dying, with his quotes by his side
His brethren were sighing, knelt in likes before he died
But above his post just a waiting for the thread
Was a troll with a twinkle in his eye
Well Naughtyroad's not around and look what I've found, this one's mine
Just then Naughtyroad himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the poster, get thee hence to endless night
But the poster just grinned and said I may have sinned
But there's no need to push me around
I got here first so you can do your worst
He's lurking around
But I think I'll give you one more chance
Said the poster with a smile
So throw away that stupid delay
It's really not your style
Immersion is the name, Loml is the game
We'll play right here on this site
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of this thread
And I said look out, Naughtyroad, they're going to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
The game is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Naughtyroad, They're going to win
Well the moderators they cut the posts
And they dealt them each a hand of five
And for Naughtyroad, he was praying hard
For this thread to really thrive
Well the poster had three aces and a king
And Naughtyroad, he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the eight
And Naughtyroad he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond eight
And the poster said to the god of games
I believe you've got it late
So tell me when for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this place
But as he spoke, from beneath his quote
He slipped another ace
Ten thousand souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to fifty nine
But Naughtyroad didn't see what the poster did
And he said that suits me fine
I'll raise you high to a hundred and five
And forever put an end to your sins
But the poster let out a mighty repost, my quote wins
And I said Naughtyroad, oh Naughtyroad, you let them win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
This game is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Naughtyroad, don't let them win
Well that peculiar train still runs between
Guadalquivir and that steep hill
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And loyal fans fear
she's running still
And far away in some recess
Naughtyroad and that newbie poster are now playing chess
The poster still cheats and wins more souls
And as for Naughtyroad, well, he's just doing his best
And I said Naughtyroad, oh Naughtyroad, you've got to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
This game is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Naughtyroad, you've got to win
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