Kronosville (sung to tune of Margaritaville, by Jimmy Buffet)

 

Nibblin' on chicken wings, Watching the sun sting,

All of those slaves covered in oil,

Sharpening my broadsword, In my saddled horse,

Smell that skin, it's starting to boil.

 

They're wasting away again in Kronosville,

Searching for my lost container of cobalt,

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know, It's Methos' fault.

 

I don't know the reason, We stayed for the dry season,

Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo,

But it's a real beauty, A Bronze Age cutie,

How it got here I haven't a clue.

 

They're wasting away again in Kronosville,

Seaching for my lost container of cobalt,

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

Now I think, Hell, it everyone's fault!

 

I searched for a kilted fop, Went on an island hop,

To kill before I had to ride home,

Hey, there's ale in the tankard, Soon it will help me discard,

The witch who still needs a comb!

 

They're wasting away still in Kronosville,

Searching for my lost container of cobalt,

Some people blame that there's a woman to blame,

But I know, She be dead before I am at fault.

 

Yeah, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

And the End of Time knows,

She'll be dead before I am at fault!