Lyrics

Ohhh, Thynar Jenkins, stout and mean,
Face like a brick and beard unclean!
He stumbles in with a jug in hand,
Spitting out curses across the land!
He don’t like elves, he don’t like men,
He don’t like orcs, or halflings, or them!
But when the barman brings his ale,
He’ll drink with devils fresh outta Hell!
Ohhh, Thynar drinks, Thynar swears,
Thynar brawls and no one cares!
One more round, then out he goes,
Flat on his face, broke his nose!
He’ll pick a fight with a half-orc knight,
Call him a mutt, then lose that fight.
He’ll curse the elves for being too tall,
But they just laugh as he starts to fall.
Once got banned from the Dwarven Keep,
For talking trash 'bout a clan too deep!
Now no hall will call him kin,
So the tavern floor is home to him!
Ohhh, Thynar drinks, Thynar swears,
Thynar brawls and no one cares!
One more round, then out he goes,
Flat on his face, broke his nose!
Oh, Thynar, Thynar, hear me true,
The drink’s got nothing left for you!
No gold, no friends, no place to be,
Just an old fool lost at sea…
But does he change? Ah, hells no!
Back to the bar for another go!
He'll shout his slurs, he'll start a fight,
He’ll be asleep before the night!
Ohhh, Thynar drinks, Thynar swears,
Thynar brawls and no one cares!
One more round, then out he goes,
Flat on his face, broke his nose!
"Oi, Jenkins, you daft old goat—get outta me tavern!"