(Verse 1) In a tower high, ‘neath a blood-red moon a level ten wizard is beset with the gloom. He’s got a wand in hand and spells to cast, but his heart says “godrick, not so fast” (Verse 2) He just wants to brew potions of profit and loss, Instead of conjuring up the fire and the death and the frost. A scrying abacus clicks to a rhythmic beat, In the comfort of numbers he’ll find his retreat (Chorus) Oh he's a wizard with a different plan, He doesn’t want to fight the awful dark man. The village wants him focused on magical feats, But his talent lies in creating spreadsheets (Verse 3) While others seek glory in mystical might, He finds fulfillment in numbers that are right. so he’ll endure the jokes and the village wrath, As the wizard who chose a different path. (Bridge) Yeah They call him strange, they call him odd, In a world where magic reigns like a God. But he finds solace in columns and rows, Where the only magic is what the balance sheet shows. (Chorus) Oh he's a wizard with a different plan, He doesn’t want to fight the awful dark man. The village wants him focused on magical feats, But his talent lies in creating spreadsheets (Verse 3) While others seek glory in mystical might, He finds fulfillment in numbers that are right. so he’ll endure the jokes and the village wrath, As the wizard who just wanted to do math (Bridge) Yeah They call him strange, they call him odd, In a world where magic reigns like a God. But he finds solace in columns and rows, Where the only magic is what the balance sheet shows. (Chorus) Oh he's a wizard with a different plan, He doesn’t want to fight the awful dark man. The village wants him focused on magical feats, But his talent lies in creating spreadsheets [musical outro] (Chorus) Oh he's a wizard with a different plan, He doesn’t want to fight the awful dark man. The village wants him focused on magical feats, But his talent lies in creating spreadsheets [musical outro]
