[Intro] Hey friends, listen carefully to this tale, Of a man named Emmek, who turned quite pale. It happened one night at the Pois-Inn’s debut, Where the drinks were flowing and the stories, too. [Strofa 1] We sang of the Testicle-Blaster, a fearsome refrain, A song so scary it rattles the brain. Emmek heard it and let out a yelp, But what happened next? He couldn’t help! [Ritornello] Oh, Piss-Fren, Piss-Fren, what did you do? You soaked your britches, we smelled it too! The tavern folk cried, “Get him out, get him out!” Now poor Emmek’s the one we sing about! [Strofa 2] The air turned sour, the crowd took a sniff, Someone yelled, “By the gods, what’s that whiff?!” The barkeep shouted, “Who brought the stink?” And Emmek stood there, afraid to blink. [Ritornello] Oh, Piss-Fren, Piss-Fren, what did you do? You soaked your britches, we smelled it too! The tavern folk cried, “Get him out, get him out!” Now poor Emmek’s the one we sing about! [Bridge] The people were gagging, they covered their nose, The bard stopped playing, “Is this one of my foes?” Even the drunks ran straight for the door, While Emmek just shuffled across the floor. [Strofa 3] With a kick to the ass, we sent him away, But the legend of Piss-Fren lives on to this day. The Pois-Inn survived, and so did the tale, Of Emmek’s mishap and his urine-filled trail. [Ritornello] Oh, Piss-Fren, Piss-Fren, what did you do? You soaked your britches, we smelled it too! The tavern folk cried, “Get him out, get him out!” Now poor Emmek’s the one we sing about! [Outro] So if you hear the Blaster, don’t lose your nerve, Hold your bladder steady, show some reserve. But if you do like Emmek, beware the lore, ‘Cause
