Parody of Birdhouse In Your Soul by They Might Be Giants
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Series 8. Bhal-Shebah has just (over)cooked dungeoneer Richard Howse (clip here), but Lord Fear's permission is needed before the dragon can tuck in. The technosorcerer takes it upon himself to "say Disgrace". Official video, lyrics
[Lord Fear:]
I'm your only threat
I'm not your only threat
But I'm a little growing threat
But really I'm not actually a threat
But I am
I am scary and am outperformed the ice witch
Who tried to freeze me through
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
Not to make you miss an appointment
Say I'm the only fly in your ointment
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
I have a secret to tell
One day I blocked all the wells
'Twas a simple message to adventurers in castles and dells
Made the dungeon listen to me
There's new opposition you see
My name is Lord Fear and I don't like U-N-I-T-E
My story will not end
Massive harm I do intend in every quest
I'll be wary if you start becoming quite kitsch
Oh but until you do
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
Though a perfect rhyme is more healthy
Say I'm the only bat in your belfry
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
[Bhal & Shebah:]
I'm a lonely blend
I'm not a lonely blend
But there's a little growing trend
For dragons who are badly round the bend
And I am
[Lord Fear:]
And the old, old opposition
He was hardly on a mission
He stood by rocky paths and kept on laughing pointlessly
It all became a bit trite
Should've used more catacombites
Not just falling masonry and countless scheming cavernwights
Mogdred, you wore a dress
Treguard had had his fill! Now I'm here
When you're airborne then I doubt you're not a flight risk
For now, it's ground for you
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
Not to take a moment and spoil it
Say I'm the only streak in your toilet
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
While you're at it
Give the frightknights something from the
Burnt Howse in your bowl
Not to make you still more unbalanced
Say I'm the only crust on your talons
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
Hands is hairy and old Lissard has a slight twitch
So now I favour you
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
Not to cause delay to your dining
Say I'm the only cloud with no lining
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
In the Mireworld is Maldame, a right b*tch
Just wait 'til she meets you
Have a little burnt Howse in your bowl
Though my ditty couldn't seem odder
Now I have said Disgrace before fodder
Get a load of burnt Howse down your hole
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Pooka, too much information. Natalie (can I blow your cover by using your real name?), thank you very much. As you might have guessed, it was inspired by Peter Kay's Car Share.
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