Well I packed my gear in the car last night.
The weapons were all sorted, it felt just right.
I picked up two friends to complete the load.
The axle started groaning as we hit the road.
Well a where o where is my fighter card?
The line is backed up for twenty yards.
I gotta find it so they'll let me play
In the tourney with the Fyrdmen and Huscarls, today.
Well I paid the troll as I got to site.
My persona started talking, my tongue was light.
I set up my tent, made my armor shine,
As I headed for the listfield, that tourney was mine.
Well a where o where is my fighter card?
The line is backed up for thirty yards.
I gotta find it so they'll let me play
In the tourney with the Fyrdmen and Huscarls, today.
Well I got in line to sign the list,
I looked through my pouch something was amiss.
I searched in vain for that FUCKING card
When I spied my lovely lady shopping for more garb.
Well a where o where is my fighter card?
The line is backed up for forty yards.
I gotta find it so they'll let me play
In the tourney with the Fyrdmen and Huscarls, today.
At the head of the line what a choice to make.
I ran to my lady, I cursed my fate.
She produced my card with a hand so fine.
The list mistress said, "To the end of the line".
Well I finally found my fighter card.
The line ahead is ninety yards.
I finally found it so they'll let me play.
In the tourney with the Fyrdmen and Huscarls, today.