Perhaps too many video links of late, but posting this one because the title says it all. I ROFLMAO through almost the entire song.
LYRICS :
[Verse]
Scout bursts in with blood on his face,
“Tiny-ass room! It’s a damn crawlspace!
There’s twenty cultists packed wall to wall—
If we fight in there, we’ll ALL fall!”
Barbarian said, “Bro, I can barely swing,”
Paladin said, “I can’t channel a thing!”
Druid sniffed, “Smells like bat guano and doom,”
And the rogue muttered, “This feels like a tomb…”
The ranger squinted, “Hey, where’s the floor?”
The mage tripped and kicked in the door.
Everyone turned to him with dread...
And he just smirked and raised his head:
[Chorus]
“I don't give a shit about how large is the room,
I cast Fireball, make it go boom!
I don’t give a damn if we’re tight in a hall,
'Cause Fireball solves it all!”
[Verse 2]
It was eight by eight—barely space to stand,
The mage was grinning, fireball in hand.
Rogue screamed “NO!”, the paladin said a prayer,
But we all knew death was already there.
“There's no ventilation!” the warlock cried,
“I’m under a table!” the ranger lied.
Druid yelled, “TURN BACK!” mid-bear shift,
But too late… fireball began to lift.
[Chorus]
“I don't give a shit about how large is the room,
I cast Fireball, make it go boom!
I don’t give a damn if we’re tight in a hall,
'Cause Fireball solves it all!”
[Bridge]
The spell went off like a sun in a jar,
Our gear’s now soup, and our souls went far.
The rogue’s now ash, the tank’s just dust,
The druid’s bear form combusted—just.
Cleric’s bones are lightly toasted,
Dwarf’s beard is flame-roasted.
And the mage? Oh, he’s super dead—
But he laughed the whole time as his hat caught red.
[Chorus – Slower, Echoing Through the Flames]
“I don't give a shit about how large is the room,
I cast Fireball, make it go boom!
I don’t give a damn if we’re tight in a hall,
'Cause Fireball solves it all…”