text: Oh King GeorgenKing of the Phoenix dive barsnI live so closenI require no carsnYou have pub food of plenty nAnd patrons a manynBut consuming such greasenMakes me feel like a piecenYour beer does not please menAnd leaves me feeling slightly queasynA dungeon of darknessnWith lights so dimnA place void of nobles and youthnMost patrons barely have more than a toothnMy visits here leave me full of sorrownI guess see you again tomorrow