(Verse 1)
In the heart of the mountain's core,
Where the ale flows free and there's mirth galore,
There's a smol dwarf with a mighty roar,
Drank so much, still craves for more.
(Chorus)
Dorf it be, dorf it is, dorf with an axe in hand,
One more pint, two more pints, till he can barely stand.
"Only had a pint!" he swears, but we all understand,
When the dorf gets liquored up, he's the fiercest in the land.
(Verse 2)
With a beard as long as tales of old,
And a spirit bold, never controlled,
He swings his axe, his stories unfold,
In the bar where dwarven songs are tolled.
(Bridge)
"Fiz liquored," they chant, as the night grows deep,
Another round, another leap,
Into tales where dragons sleep,
And treasures that the mountains keep.
(Chorus)
Dorf it be, dorf it is, dorf with an axe to grind,
Bar fights erupt, mugs collide, but it's all in good kind.
"I swear I only had a pint!" echoes in his mind,
One more drink, then another, till the morning light they find.
(Verse 3)
In the tavern's glow, the dorf stands tall,
Or so he thinks, 'til he takes a fall,
Claims he's ready for a brawl,
But can't find his axe—it's now a shawl!
(Chorus)
Dorf it be, dorf it is, wrapped in wool, he's grand,
One more pint, three more pints, till he's lost the stand.
"Only had a pint!" he cries, with a shawl in hand,
When the dorf's all wrapped up, he's the warmest in the land.
(Verse 4)
Now, our dorf's a legend, stout and merry,
In his ale-fueled dreams, he's quite the fairy,
Dances on tables, light and airy,
Till he wakes in barrels, hairy and scary!
(Bridge)
"More fiz, more buzz," they cheer, as the ale pours like rain,
Another song, another dance, in the dorf's tipsy domain,
Where the ale's the magic, and the dorf's the arcane,
In the morning, he'll swear, "It was just a pint again!"
(Chorus)
Dorf it be, dorf it is, dorf in a barrel, round,
Rolls down the hill, thumps abound, but he's safe and sound.
"I swear I only had a pint!" but in ale, he's drowned,
One more roll, then another, till he's tavern-bound.