Pennsic 205

Words by : Andrew MacRobb
Tune of : Ghost Riders in the Sky

The dragon stood ten meters high,
Its scales as strong as steel,
Its teeth were long as gladii,
Its breath could make you reel,
But I'd no time for playing games,
I cut it down to size,
Its drumsticks will be barbecued,
At Pennsic Two-Oh-Five.

                CHORUS :
                Yippiee yi yo, Yippiee yi yay,
                Sing the fighters of S-s-s C-e-e A-a-a.

One hundred twenty viking lords,
And scores of other sorts,
Were gathering up their shields and swords,
And walking towards the ports,
We loaded up our dragon ship,
Then warped through hyperdrive,
So we could get to good old Earth,
For Pennsic Two-Oh-Five.

                CHORUS

My armor's made of ten point steel,
My sword is boron true,
But it's still wrapped in duct tape,
Like they did in A.S. II,
One hundred million warriors,
All trying to survive,
The rain and mud and heat and flies,
Of Pennsic Two-Oh-Five.

                CHORUS

On Saturday we armored up,
And then we formed up ranks,
Our army stretched from West Virginia,
To Lake Erie's banks,
But though we were outnumbered,
We'd fight to stay alive,
For Glory and for Honor,
At Pennsic Two-Oh-Five.

                CHORUS

And when the battle's over,
We'll go off to the stars,
And back unto our mundane lives,
And dream of future wars,
One hundred million warriors,
Can't wait to pick up sticks,
And practice for the Grand Melee,
At Pennsic Two-Oh-Six.

                CHORUS

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