Written and sung by Mike Watts
to the tune of "Pinball Wizard"
by The Who
“Ever since I was a young mage
I’ve thrown the fireball.
From Limbo down to Hades
I must have burned them all
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any ol’ dungeon crawl
That half-blind, half-ogre,
Sure throws a hot fireball
“He just sort of stands there,
Waves his arms and yells,
Not sure what he's doing,
It don't look like a spell,
But when he needs the fire,
It comes to his call,
That half-orc, half-ogre,
Sure throws a hot fireball”
“He can’t be a wizard,
You just know that he’s not.
If he’s no wizard
What makes his balls so hot?
How do you think he does it?
I don't know!
What makes his so good?
“They say that ‘s a menace,
Throwin’ fire every where.
He’s been fined and censured,
But he just doesn’t care.
I have seen the damage,
It inspires awe.
That half-blind, half-ogre,
Sure throws a hot Fireball
“I thought I was
A pyromaniac,
but compared to him,
I should get my bags and pack”
