He's drunk his Whiskey,
Time after time,
Perhaps a death sentence,
But he's committing no crime,
And pints of beer,
He's had a few,
He's had his share of being off his face,
But he's come throoooooooooooooough,
(and he means to drink on, and on, and on, and on)
Nosword, the hairless, my friend,
And he'll keep on drinkin', 'till the end,
Nosword the hairless,
Nosword the swordless,
No time for tea breaks,
'Cause Nosword the clueless,
With no butt
He's taken his shots,
And his mattress now calls,
RuneScape brought him hair loss and cravings,
And everything that goes with it!
He thanks the Gowers!
But he has no bed of roses,
Nor buttocks or swords,
He considers this a challenge before
The whole RuneScapian race!
And he probably gonna lose!
And he means to have no sword, no hair, no butt, no clue,
oh,
Nosword, the hairless, my friend,
And he'll keep on drinkin', 'till the end,
Nosword the hairless,
Nosword the swordless,
No time for tea breaks,
'Cause Nosword the clueless.....
Nosword, the hairless, my friend,
And he'll keep on drinkin', 'till the end,
Nosword the hairless,
Nosword the swordless,
No time for tea breaks,
'Cause Nosword the clueless.....