Tune: “Looking for love in all the wrong places”
Filk: Gorlan of the Red Lands
I’ve spent a lifetime practicing blows
Head shots.
Legs shots.
Moulenees’s
And butt wraps to Foes
When I’m on the pell, I’m hard to de-feat
I can deball a fly
As he buzzes by
But the marshalls all think I’m a creep
Chorus:
Cause I’ve been
Throwing my shots in all the wrong places
Into the knees and on the wrist braces
It isn’t planned
Please understand
He shifted his feet
Yes I’ve been
Throwing my shots in all the wrong places
Just hit a cup
And you’ll cause red faces
It was an accident
He lifted his leg.
I truly intended to use only clean shots
Help slot
They block
And knock
My sword into their gorgett
Soon I’ll be barred from fighting, I guess
Cause when I hit a cup
My Foes all throw up
And make the list field a mess
Chorus:
Cause I’ve been
Throwing my shots in all the wrong places
Into the knees and on the wrist braces
It isn’t planned
Please understand
He shifted his feet
Yes I’ve been throwing my shots in all the wrong places
Just hit a cup
And you’ll cause red faces
It was an accident
He lifted his leg.