Yeah, we're rolling Rolling The baker's dozen are coming to town Locking it down, yeah We're rolling Here we go
Thorin Oakenshield is coming to town He's got this big hunk of wood He's got a permanent frown He's the king of the Dwarves Don't stand in his way He's gotta be in the mountain By Durin's day
Balin and Dwalin They're both from East Harlem One looks like the Rock The ohter rocks like Stalin Big double-ax man The wisdom of years It should protect him and control his fears
Oin and Gloin They love gold coin One's the father of Gimli One's the son of Groin Gloin is the keeper of history's ghosts Oin, his brother, is as deaf as a post
Fili and Kili, not like Milli Vanilli They say their own lines but they do sound silly They look like Dwarves But they dance like Elvis Sword with steel And tilted pelvis
Gold, rivers of gold Left up in mountains So I've been told Of all that gold Rivers of gold Left up in mountains By the king of old
Bifur, Bofur, Bombur One is funny, one is somber One os overweight, but he don't care Bifur's got a head trauma Bombur empties out the sauna Bofur just can turn up in time anywhere
Ori, Dori, Nori What's the weird hairdo-story? Do you tongue it along the way? Ori's niftily holding it Nori's shiftily outfitted Dori jast can't move his face
Wargs, spiders and Trolls Try to stand in our way We the bad baker's dozen And we would have our say Weapons and Sting Pockets of gold Here to take back the halls of old
Bilbo Baggins,he's from the Shire Gandalf the wizard, he's a gun for hire Danger aplenty getting up to that hill Then when we get there There's a dragon to kill
For that gold Rivers of gold Left up in mountains So I've been told Of all that gold Rivers of gold Left up in mountains By the king of old