We have received a clacks to the effect that Weird Alice is far too busy in Ankh-Morpork to update her Clacks Log at the moment. However, she sent us a song that -- she says -- is all the rage there right now. So gather at your nearest stadium, get your air guitars ready, and get your candles out...
- WE ARE MORPORKIANS
I've paid Guild dues
Time after time
I've hung o'er scorpions
But committed no mime
And rats on sticks - I ate a few
I've had my fears of Sam Vimes on my case
And Havelock too
(Ankh is gonna flow on and on like Foul Ole Ron)
We are Morporkians, my friend
And we'll own your helmets in the end
We are Morporkians, we are Morporkians
Wild times amuse us
Cos we are Morporkians...
...of Discworld.
I've drunk and caroused
And won certain brawls
I've had my share of Gods and dragons
And things Turnwise and Widdershins
Beggars to balls
But it's been no bed at Rosie's
No Unseen U
I'll consider Sybil's salad before the unwholesome taste
Of BCBs and stoo
(Ankh is gonna ooze on and on like Foul Ole Ron)
We are Morporkians, my friend
And we'll own your culture in the end
We are Morporkians, we are Morporkians
You can't refuse us
Cos we are Morporkians...
...of Discworld
...we're Morporkians, old chum
And we'll go on drinking in the Drum
We are Morporkians, cool ones and dorky 'uns
Nurr nurr nurr nurr nurr
Cos we are Morporkians...
-- Alice
Note for Roundworlders: in case there's someone, living on a mountaintop somewhere, who doesn't actually know the words to Queen's We Are the Champions, original lyrics can be found at:
http://www.queenwords.com/lyrics/songs/sng11_17.shtml
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