The Eagles...Hotel California...
On a dark Bree-land highway,
cool wind in our hair
Warm smell of our pipe weed,
rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
we saw the shimmering lights
Our heads were heavy and our sight was dim
we had to stop for the night
Barliman stood by the doorway;
We heard the Bree Town bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"Remember, your name is Underhill"
Then he lit up a candle
and he showed us the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Bree Town Prancing Pony
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely place
Plenty of room at the Bree Town Prancing Pony
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
His face was plump, rough and twisted, he was one of Gandolf's friends
He's not a very pretty, pretty boy, he's a pretty hefty man.
Having a drink in the main room, our small halfling quintet.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I looked up at Pippin,
"Mead, it comes in Pints?"
He said, "I haven't seen that much spirit, my dear,
since I was eleventeen nine"
And still those Nazgul are calling from far away,
Riding up in the middle of the night
Just you watch them slay...
Welcome to the Bree Town Prancing Pony
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely place
They livin' it up at the Bree Town Prancing Pony
What a strange surprise (what a strange surprise)
Disappear before your eyes.
Taking off the One Ring,
The ranger looked cold as ice
Strider said "We must all now quickly leave here,
please take my advice"
And in the hobbit's chambers,
The Nine gathered for the Ring
They stab their beds with their steely knives,
But they just don't find a thing.
Next thing I remember, I was
Running for Mordor
I had to bring the One Ring back
To the place it was forged before
"Relax, " said my friend, Sam,
"We'll make it for sure, I believe
that there is still some good in this world,
And that good will never leave! "