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By the Gods, You’re All Morons - D&D Tavern Song

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A hilarious, fast-paced fantasy tavern song about a long-suffering cleric who’s had enough of their reckless adventuring party. From the barbarian who forgets to rage to the rogue who steps in every trap, this song captures the chaos of a real D&D game—where strategy takes a backseat to bad rolls and worse decisions.
With lively folk melodies, stomping rhythms, and a singalong chorus, this song is perfect for drinking, dancing, and commiserating with every healer who’s ever wanted to smite their own teammates.
Will the cleric finally snap, or will duty (and divine intervention) keep them healing one more time? Grab your mug and find out!
Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Oh, I signed up to heal, to be holy and wise,
To call on the gods and bring light to your eyes.
But now I patch morons who leap off of cliffs,
And drag back the rogue from his latest dumb tiff!
(Chorus)
Oh no, you don’t need me—until you do!
Bleeding and wheezing, now what will you do?
You ignored my warnings, but now you all pray,
“Oh blessed, kind cleric, don’t let me die today!”
(Verse 2)
The barbarian’s raging—oh wait, never mind,
He’s too busy looting, left his axe far behind.
The wizard’s on fire from his own damn spell,
And the ranger’s lost in a bush—what the hell?!
(Chorus)
Oh no, you don’t need me—until you do!
Poisoned and paralyzed, now what will you do?
You charged in alone, like a hero so grand,
Now guess who’s left with a healing demand?
(Bridge - Spoken)
"Oh great cleric, we swear by the Light!"
"We’ll listen next time! We’ll fight with some might!"
"We’ll think before running face-first at the boss!"
...Three minutes later, they're all at a loss.
(Verse 3)
The rogue tried to pickpocket Death—what a feat,
The paladin smites, but forgets how to treat!
The bard won’t stop flirting mid-battle, I swear,
And somehow I’m always the one who must care!
(Final Chorus - Big and Drunken)
Oh no, you don’t need me—until you do!
Guts on the floor, now what will you do?
You laughed at my sermons, ignored all my calls,
But when you’re at 2 HP—you kneel and you crawl!
(Outro - Slow and Dramatic)
So maybe next session, I’ll let you all rot,
Take up some smiting… (or maybe I’ll plot).
For who needs a cleric? Oh, isn’t it true?
...Until you are dying—then what will you do?
With lively folk melodies, stomping rhythms, and a singalong chorus, this song is perfect for drinking, dancing, and commiserating with every healer who’s ever wanted to smite their own teammates.
Will the cleric finally snap, or will duty (and divine intervention) keep them healing one more time? Grab your mug and find out!
Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Oh, I signed up to heal, to be holy and wise,
To call on the gods and bring light to your eyes.
But now I patch morons who leap off of cliffs,
And drag back the rogue from his latest dumb tiff!
(Chorus)
Oh no, you don’t need me—until you do!
Bleeding and wheezing, now what will you do?
You ignored my warnings, but now you all pray,
“Oh blessed, kind cleric, don’t let me die today!”
(Verse 2)
The barbarian’s raging—oh wait, never mind,
He’s too busy looting, left his axe far behind.
The wizard’s on fire from his own damn spell,
And the ranger’s lost in a bush—what the hell?!
(Chorus)
Oh no, you don’t need me—until you do!
Poisoned and paralyzed, now what will you do?
You charged in alone, like a hero so grand,
Now guess who’s left with a healing demand?
(Bridge - Spoken)
"Oh great cleric, we swear by the Light!"
"We’ll listen next time! We’ll fight with some might!"
"We’ll think before running face-first at the boss!"
...Three minutes later, they're all at a loss.
(Verse 3)
The rogue tried to pickpocket Death—what a feat,
The paladin smites, but forgets how to treat!
The bard won’t stop flirting mid-battle, I swear,
And somehow I’m always the one who must care!
(Final Chorus - Big and Drunken)
Oh no, you don’t need me—until you do!
Guts on the floor, now what will you do?
You laughed at my sermons, ignored all my calls,
But when you’re at 2 HP—you kneel and you crawl!
(Outro - Slow and Dramatic)
So maybe next session, I’ll let you all rot,
Take up some smiting… (or maybe I’ll plot).
For who needs a cleric? Oh, isn’t it true?
...Until you are dying—then what will you do?
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