Icecrown: The Musical

[Texaporte]

Note: "Pocky" and "Avri" are interchangeable here, but sadly "Hung" doesn't fit in the meter.

Part 1: Trash and Marrowgar
(to the tune of Down, by Jay Sean and Li'l Wayne)

Pocky are you down down down down down,
Do-o-o-o-own do-o-o-own
Even if your dodge has gone way down
Do-o-o-o-own do-o-o-own

You oughta know
Tonight is the night to let it go
Put on a show
I wanna see how you keep aggro
So leave it behind 'cause we've got a raid night underway
So come on and tank with me as we pull the first boss today

So Pocky don't worry, you are my OT
You won't be lonely
Even if the DPS goes down
You'll be my OT, no need to worry
Marrowgar is just a bony clown
Clo-o-o-o-own Clo-o-o-own
Pocky won't go down down down face down
Do-o-o-o-own Do-o-o-own
Even if a healer's off the ground

Just let it be
Come on and bring your body next to me
We'll eat saber lash (hey)
This guy doesn't hit harder than the trash

So leave it behind 'cause we've got a raid night underway
So come on and strafe with me as we dodge the line of coldflame
So why don't we strafe away?

So Pocky don't worry, you are my OT
You won't be lonely,
Even if the bone storm's spinning 'round
You'll be my OT, no need to worry
We'll just let him spin 'round 'round 'round 'round
Ro-o-o-o-ound Ro-o-o-ound
Pocky are you down down down down down

(Autotune segment)
Even if the dodge is going down like Blizz told to me,
The damage seems real low to me
Down like a mage frosty, ’cause to me he's just loot for free
He cold, bony freeze
I got that mace from 10-man see
Now he's my little pinata
Now can we beat him quicker please
I’m fighting for Fordring,
On the battlefield of ice,
Don’t it look like Windrunner's sending arrows from above,
Don’t you ever leave the side of me,
Indefinitely, not probably,
and honestly I'm down like the economy,
Yeahhhhhh

Pocky don't worry, you are my OT
You won't be lonely, even if the frozen throne comes down
You'll be my OT, no need to worry
Pocky are you down down down down down
Do-o-o-o-own Do-o-o-own
Pocky are you down down down down down
Do-o-o-o-own Do-o-o-own
Even if the frozen throne comes down
And your dodge is going down!

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Part 2: Lady Deathwhisper
(to the tune of Sixteen Going on Seventeen, from The Sound of Music)

You wait, little lich, on an empty stage
For raids to come and fight on
Your class, little lich, is an empty mage
That raids will want to smite on

(To smite on!)

You are 10-man going on twenty-five
Lady, it's time for adds
Better beware, be canny with aggro
Lady, you just sound mad

You are 10-man going on twenty-five
Cultists come in a line
Eager adherents, zealots, the adds
Will test if our healing's fine

Totally unprepared are you
To test our acumen
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken!

You need someone older and wiser
Distributing your loot
I am OT going on MT
I'll take purples from you

(Deathwhisper)
I am 10-man going on twenty-five
I know that I'm naive
But you will see, I'll soon cast MC
And you'll need some fast CC

I am 10-man going on twenty-five
I like to summon ghosts,
Death and Decay, if you stay away
Then you can avoid them both

Totally unprepared am I
To test your acumen
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken!

I need someone older and wiser
Distributing my loot
You are OT going on MT
I'll give purples to you!

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Part 3: The Gunship battle
(To the tune of Rocket Man, by Elton John)

Equipped the goblin's shirt pre-fight
Horde ship coming starboard side
And I have explosiiiiiives on my rear end

I miss the jump, then I'll just die
It's lonely, it's just me
Against a Saaaaaaaaurfang's might

And I think it's gonna be a long long fight
'Til Bronzebeard brings us to Deathbringer's Rise
I'm not a balance druid or a tree
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket bear
ROCKET BEEEEAR
Rockets on my ass tanking alone

And I think it's gonna be a long long fight
'Til Bronzebeard brings us to Deathbringer's Rise
I'm not a balance druid or a tree
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket bear
ROCKET BEEEEAR
Rockets on my ass tanking alone

Airships ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
Saurfang hits hard as hell
And there's no one there to rez me, there's just me
And this rotation I don't understand
It's just my alt, RAF baby
A rocket BEEEE-EEEEE-EEE-EEAR
Rocket Bear

And I think it's gonna be a long long fight
'Til Bronzebeard brings us to Deathbringer's Rise
I'm not a balance druid or a tree
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket bear
ROCKET BEEEEAR
Rockets on my ass tanking alone
(repeat)

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Now taking suggestions for what song should be used for the Saurfang Jr. fight.

[Daewen]

One little point on Rocket Bear: the "Horde ship coming up Port side", being on the left as the Skybreaker is heading.

But for Saurfang Jr., some possibilities (just kinda searched 'blood' on my playlist):
AC/DC - If You Want Blood (You Got It)
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik
U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday
Ozzy - Bloodbath in Paradise

[Texaporte]

I think I'm going to use Don't Stand So Close To Me, actually.

[janin]

Ow, my brain!

Of course, I had to bring up youtube for each one and sing along. Elton John would be rolling over in his grave if he were dead.

Adam

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Part 4: Deathbringer Saurfang
(To the tune of Don't Stand So Close to Me, by The Police)

Young Saurfang, the death knight
In front of I C C
His dad wants his body
To bury nobly!

Inside him there's hatred
This orc's an open page
The dwarves rush, he chokes them
This orc has boiling rage

Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!
Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!

His blood beasts have spawned now
They run straight for the back
Their path is not so easy
We've made a frost trap track

Thunder shock, then typhoon,
Knockback it makes them cry
Lock busts out shadowfury
Out in the cold they die

Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!
Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!

The disc priest throws out shields
To keep blood power dry
The tanks taunt for blood rune
Thirty percent is nigh
Blow hero
Use cooldowns
He starts to hit real fast
If our raid's short people
There's no way we will last

Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!
Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!

Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!
Don't stand! Don't stand so!
Don't stand so close to beasts!

[Texaporte]

Preview of the upcoming two songs, which I'll work on on the train:

Rotface

He's kiting the oozes!
He's not getting hit!
He's all alone (all alone!) with an abom's shit!

Festergut

Puking a lot!
And you're to blame
Darlin' you stood too close
And it chained
We stay apart, like Dom explained
You stood too close
And it chained (it chained)

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Part 5: Festergut
(to the tune of Bon Jovi's "Shot through the heart")

Puking a lot! And you're to blame
Darlin' you stood too close, and it chained
You stand apart, like we explained,
But you still stood too close, and it chained.

(the rest to come later, this is a placeholder)

Part 6: Rotface
(to the tune of Cake's "The Distance")

Eagerly grouped at the Rotface door
Fingers all twitching for what's in store
The ready check ends, the tank runs in
Turning, and burning, he's hit on the chin
The raid follows close and gets to melee
They'll only move for his slime spray
Reckless and wild, they blow hero first
Cooldowns are blown and they do their worst
As they speed through the hit points, the boss wears down
The bomb is chosen and he gets out of town
The walls are empty except for one man,
Who's spawning a slime as fast as he can.
Festergut is down but Rotface is up
And long ago somebody looted the pup.
But he's kiting and fighting and making the turns
and running through slime even though it still burns...

He's kiting the oozes!
He's not getting hit!
He's all alone (all alone!) with an abom's shit

Because he's judging and taunting and marking the time
He's adding more oozes into one big slime
He's kiting the oozes.

No token, no flowers, his loot deferred
He's chased by an animated undead turd
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of angry poop
Assault the whole raid with exploding goop
In his mind he's still kiting, and making the grade,
He's hoping that in time that the green stains will fade.
'Cause he's judging and taunting and circling the room
He knows that slowing down equals doom
A healer's gone down but the raid is still fine
And all he can do is keep running his line
But he's kiting and fighting and making the turns
And running through slime even though it still burns...

He's kiting the oozes!
He's not getting hit!
He's all alone (all alone!) with an abom's shit

Because he's judging and taunting and keeping the time
He's adding more oozes into one big slime
He's kiting the oozes.
He's not getting hit.
He's kiting the oozes.