viernes, 10 de abril de 2015

WHAT'S THIS? GAME OF THRONES VERSION

This one covers seasons 1 through 3, so sorry, no Purple Wedding or Red Viper Fight...
So I've added another stanza, not featured in the video, which covers the fourth season...




What's this? 
What's this? 
A Song of Ice and Fire!
What's this? 
A show called Game of Thrones!
Who's this? 
A man, he's called Ned Stark,
And Winter's coming, 
Look out, Ned!, this isn't fair! 
What's this? 

What's this? Who's this? 
A tiny little pimp! 
Who's this? 
Oh this must be the Imp! 
What's this? 
Queen Cersei and her brother 

are caught banging,
Bran is pushed, his back gets broken, 
And this act won't go unspoken!
What is this? 

What's this? 
There's a woman named Daenerys 
with dragon eggs of old...
Her husband named Khal Drogo 
bestowed Viserys a crown of gold! 
Ned's now on the chopping block... 
Oh look there goes his head!
And in my bones I feel a chill 
That's filling me with dread...


Oh, look!
What's this? 
Now on to Season Two!

Look there! 
The dragons have now hatched, 

in fire! 
The Night's Watch has arrived beyond the wall 

and now this setting's growing dire! 
What's this? 

What's this? 
In here?

They've got a little prick, 
as king!? 
And who would ever think 
And why? 
The red woman birthed a horrid shadow thing 

that killed a man who would be king,
Winterfell's been overrun,
the Siege of Blackwater has gone wrong...
This cannot be!
This cannot be!
They're all roasting with the fish! 
What's this? 

Oh my, what now? 
We're on to Season Three!
And look, 

they dismembered Jaime! 
But what? 
Poor Theon's being tortured, flayed, no compassion, only little thoughts and dreams to save his famous...

penis...

What's this? 

Daenerys stole an army,
And the Wildlings climb the wall!
Meanwhile, over at the Twins,
A wedding in Frey's hall! 
The Rains of Castamere starts echoing throughout the air! 
Now everyone is being killed,
a sight I just can't bare! 


And now, 
this spring,
it's time for Season Four!
And Joff's 
just married Miss Tyrell!
Strychnine!
The blame falls on the cupbearer,
the Imp's in truly dire straits...
Go Oberyn, go fight Clegane,
we bet on you, on Dorne!

Come on!
Go for't...
He won't go for the kill...
Oh no!
The Dornishman is crushed!
Good Gods!
Now the Imp has shot his father, who was sitting in the privy,
then left Westeros for Essos, right where Dany's locked up
dragons...

What's this? 
Now Sansa's in the Eyrie, her aunt's shoved down the Moon Door,
Brienne's got Jaime's sword, and she sets off like once before,
There's battle on the Wall, Ygritte is wounded in the chest...
She dies in Jon Snow's arms, and may she ever more be blessed! 

The blood, the screams!
They're everywhere and all, 
around, 
I've never felt so odd 

before!
This empty place inside of me is filling up!
I simply cannot get enough!
I want it, oh, I want it! 
Oh, I want it for my own!
I've got to know...
I've got to know...
What is this show that I have found? 
What is this?


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