The Prancing Pony

The Prancing Pony (by Barry Manilow)

His name was Strider, he was a Ranger

With a hood that hid his face and a name that hid his race

He'd been to Gondor, he'd been to Rohan

And while he waited to be king, hobbits came in with a ring

In through the inn-yard door, they came these hobbits four

And they nervously eyed each other

Who could ask for more?

At the Pony, the Prancing Pony

The hottest spot east of Lindon-- he

Scared 'em at the Pony, the Prancing Pony

Drinkin'and noshin' were mostly the fashion at the

Pony...

Don't use the Ring.

His name was Frodo, he had the One Ring

And as he hid amongst the crowd he heard Pippin getting loud

And so he tried to make a distraction

But Frodo went a bit too far, he vanished from the bar

And then the rumors flew, and cups were smashed in two

There was a crash and the hobbit vanished

But just who fooled who?

He used the Ring.

Pony, the Prancing Pony

Strider got scary

Told them be wary

Night raids and slashin' had not been the fashion at

the Pony...

(instrumental interlude to denote the passage of time)

His name is Frodo, he saved the world

Took on the Dark Lord with his Sam and got the upper hand

Now it's a free world, but not for Frodo

Without the ring he used to bear, Frodo sits there in his chair

And though he's still refined, and drinks a cup of wine

He lost his ring and he lost his finger

Nearly lost his mind

Don't use the ring

Prancing Pony... (fade slowly, like a hobbit)