Axe in the back!

By Asmund. To the tune of 'Mac the Knife'.

Oh, the stick-jocks have such swords, dear
And they keep ‘em, poised for attack
Just an axe has flurb Bangor, dear
And he’s lookin’ for a back

On his last life (or last two, dear)
Scarlet ribbon ‘round his head
No retreat for ol’ Bangor, dear
Just ten seconds, ten seconds to kill ‘em dead

On the ditchfield, some event mornin’
Is a body, just layin’ slack
Someone’s sneaking ‘round the corner
Could that someone have axed the back

In a tavern, one dark night when things are slow
A mug o’ Frostbrew gettin’ drank on down
Your back is no, no longer safe y’know
Better watch it, Bangor’s back in town

Now it's Bangor's day! It's night of the living flurbs
And he needs to feel the love like some scary new rash
So y’all get a song from this old sailor
Kicking off this here roastin’ bash

We’ll see Kane here, Feral will have his jokes, Uncle Willie too, those boys they ain’t lax
Oh the line forms, on the right, kids
Now that Bangor’s back gets the axe

I said we’ll see Kane here, Feral will have his words, Uncle Willie I bet, those boys they ain’t lax
Yes the line forms, on the right, babe
Now that Bangor’s back gets the axe

Look out for axe in the back!