This is She Hates Me, by Puddle of Mudd....don't worry lads, there'll be none o' those eff words!
By Frodo to Boromir
Met a Man, thought he was grand
Talked to him, found out first hand
Went well for a month or two
Then it all came unglued
In a mess, that I'm s'posed to fix
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
He was living one big lie
Boromir wants it
RING!
Boromir wants it
That golden thing
He fought too hard and now he's dead, floating in an Elf boat
Down to Rauros
He was good for half of a year
After that, he began to leer
This Ring, it is hard to bear
With Boromir, always standing the-re!
In a mess, that I'm s'posed to fix
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
He was living one big lie
Boromir wants it
RING!
Boromir wants it
That golden thing
He fought too hard and now he's dead, floating in an Elf boat
Down to Rauros
{musical interlude: guitar solo}
That's the story, and you see
Learned my lesson and so did he
So now it's over
And I'm glad
I was a fool
Just like he said!
Boromir wants it
RING!
Boromir wants it
That golden thing
He fought too hard and now he's dead, floating in an Elf boat
Down to Rauros
La la la la la la la la la la
That Ring!
La la la la la la la la la la
That Ring!
La la la la la la la la la la
(and now he's dead, floating in an Elf boat)
(Ring)
BOROMIR WANTS IIIIIIIIIIT!
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"There's a big...machine in the sky...some kind of electric snake...coming straight at us."
"Shoot it," said my attorney.
"Not yet...I want to study its habits."
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