Got Dori and Nori
And Ori dwarf-kind,
And Kili and Fili, yeah
And Dwalin and Balin
And Bifer and Bofer, oh well…
Can’t name all those dwarves now, baby
When Gandalf comes down, too
I guess that destiny’s mine, mine, mine
‘Cause I got one ring in my pocket
While the other ones got destroyed

I slew ugly spiders
Rolled rivers in a wooden keg
And did some good burgling, yeah
But was it all pointless?
Was scared, but I played along
With Smaug wasn’t sorry, baby
The Gollum was a clown, too
All his riddling was no fright, all right
‘Cause I got his ring in my pocket
And wasn’t that a happy accident?

But what does all this come down to?
I guess Tolkien hasn’t figured it out just yet
‘Cause I got one ring in my pocket
But old Sauron isn’t throwing his high sign

I’ve seen Murkwood Forest
‘Twas nothing, Sam-Wise!
Should there be only One Film, maybe?
To bank I’ll be laughing
Go there and come back again
My toes are still hairy, baby
That’s what the nerds kowtow to
But I haven’t been able to part with it just yet
It’s that one ring in my pocket
Guess the bloody thing is going to Frodo!
And now I say goodbye my dear friends
After drinking up my wine, wine, wine
I’ve got that damned ring out my pocket
And I’m-a gonna sail on to Valinor