GOOD MORIA GOOD MORIA
to the tune of GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING by The Beatles

Tuesday, October 17, 2000 by Öjevind Lång

Nothing to do to save his gold Durin wants it
Nothing to save but what a cave if you like shit
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to mine but that is fine.
Good Moria, good Moria, good Moria...
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Seeing your home is built in the loam you flee downtown
Everybody knows the Balrogs want
Every ounce of mithril, and to flaunt
Pink and fluffy slippers, hence the rates
Give them more so their wrath abates!
Good Moria, good Moria...
After some time the halls of lime seem so gloomy
Then you decide you want to live somewhere roomy.
Walking for days up Durin's Stair
You decide with despair that it leads nowhere.
Good Moria, good Moria...
Dwarves running round the mood is stark.
Everywhere the mines are growing dark.
Everyone you see looks close to death
And you feel so tired and out of breath.
Somebody needs a guide outdoors, glad that I'm here.
Watching the beard you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to the wood she thinks it's good.
I've got nothing to mine but that is fine.
Good Moria, good Moria....