歌词
(Verse 1) In a tavern dimly lit, they gather 'round, A ragtag band of misfits, their fate unbound. With rusty swords and off-key tunes, They stumble through life like drunken loons.
(Pre-Chorus) Their bard can’t sing, but he sure can rhyme, His lute’s missing strings, yet he keeps time. The rogue’s pockets are empty, her luck’s a joke, But somehow, they survive every perilous stroke.
(Chorus) “Oh, the bumbling heroes, they march on, Tripping over their own feet, but never gone. Through dungeons dark and dragon’s breath, They dance their way to victory, defying death!”
(Verse 2) The wizard mumbles spells, gets them all wrong, His fireball fizzles out, but he sings along. The cleric prays to a deity unknown, Yet wounds close miraculously, seeds sown.
(Pre-Chorus) The fighter swings wildly, eyes half-shut, His armor dented, but his heart is stout. The ranger shoots arrows, aiming for the moon, And somehow, they emerge from chaos unharmed soon.
(Chorus) “Oh, the bumbling heroes, they march on, Tripping over their own feet, but never gone. Through dungeons dark and dragon’s breath, They dance their way to victory, defying death!”
(Bridge) In taverns, they play to an audience bemused, Their songs a mix of bravery and absurdity fused. They raise tankards high, toast to their luck, As if destiny winks, saying, “You’re in for a pluck!”
(Verse 3) Their map is upside-down, their compass spins, Yet they march forth, grinning like chagrinned. Through enchanted forests and haunted glades, They stumble upon quests, like accidental escapades.
(Chorus) “Oh, the bumbling heroes, they march on, Tripping over their own feet, but never gone. Through dungeons dark and dragon’s breath, They dance their way to victory, defying death!”
(Outro) So here’s to the troubadours of hapless fame, Their legend grows with each misadventure’s flame. For in their laughter, their camaraderie true, They prove that even fools can save the day—how 'bout you?
