A holy man, with a whispering castrato A wrinkled face, like a sun-dried tomato H farms the hills of Brighthelmstone Boring all with his persistent drone In his holy red-striped shawl, he tends to his sacred vegetables. He warns us we must live another way Declares to all he can save the day
Haha this-a-way, haha that-a-way haha this-a-way, my oh my
Please refrain, you tire me so You know nothing that is worth to know The sky isn't falling, you're just very boring You're Dex the Whispering Dwarf
Drink your tea and shut your moth Most boring man in all the south Just smoke your buds and dig your spuds You're Dex the Whispering Dwarf
Who can save us from this yawn? The most tedious person ever born? We should call Roland, he'll know what to do he'll save the day with a special brew.
Shut your mouth, you bore me so You know nothing that is worth to know The sky isn't falling, you're just very boring You're Dex the Whispering Dwarf
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