Actually, I went to Auburn University with the composer circa 1979/1980. He played quite a bit of D&D but then became more heavily involved with the SCA. There was quite a bit of overlap between these groups and Guy (Sir Guy in the SCA at the time) would sometimes play his guitar at gatherings and sing some of the things he was working on. These were the words exactly as I recall them (32 years later!).

Interesting group, the fellow who did the Fineous Fingers cartoons for Dragon Magazine was part of this clique and had just graduated and left school a few months earlier.

It's presumably sung to the tune of Thunder Road but I've since heard Thunder Road and, while it seemed similar in some ways, did not appear to be the same song. It's quite a fun song but it can flop if you don't get the rhythym and tune right.

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Dragon Road
by Guy Bradley

It was on the first of August, out of Aromnerray,
Half a dozen horses and a wagon load of hay,
There had been a party, hangovers galore,
Our clerics were unconscious and our fighters saddle-sore.

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And there were dragons, dragons, flying o'er the road,
Wyverns all around us and behind us yellow mold,
And there were orcses, orcses, filling all the woods,
They all leapt upon us because we were lawful goods.

We were not discouraged. We were set to fight,
But we had drunk ten gallons of the finest wine that night!
Sir Morris was disheveled, Sir Percy was the same,
And the elf who traveled with us was too drunk to know his name.

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The dragons got the horses, the orcs got even more,
And chewing on our wagon was an ugly manticore!
We finally woke our wizard, he would make them pay,
But he really pulled some boners when he mumbled spells that day!

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His fireball misfired, his lightning missed its mark,
And then we found the group was all encased in total dark!
He tried to polymorph them, the stupid ancient louse,
We did not think it funny when Sir Kay became a mouse.

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Our fighters bravely battled, but far beyond their class,
With twenty hit points to the head and thirty to the ass!
Our bard he finally saved us, for he could do no wrong
He really had them running when he belted out this song!

Chorus