Is that the same as the song "One Week" by the barenaked ladies? Androidkiller
It’s been one week since news came around Of the Seeker with the talking sword that he couldn’t put down, Five days since the mayor was killed Seems the brave new world might’ve been a bit too demon-filled Three days since we heard the tale About the love potion and the High Priest of Azrael Yesterday it occurred to me That I’ve been spending too much time in Grantabrugge Holy cow, were you there last week? A lady did a big Seek They had to wipe her off the table Did you care about the heir And were you watching how he fared When the kingdom went unstable? Hey, see the dark mage do his ritual He thinks it’s well cool To tell a darkness titan what to do And now we see him not himself Coz he’s a darkness elf I guess his stolen soul is showing through There were some kender who I’m sure felt a little strange When they realized the earthquake caused a race change, Ref with a hand in the air watching ever-so smugly They have a history of ripping off old plots. It’s been one week since they had the fight About law and justice - are they the same, and so which is right? Five days since the Norscans came Nobody noticed at all, which was such a shame It’s been three days since the bitter feud Between Master Light the High Elf and that wandering Drow dude Yesterday it finally dawned on me I’m spending way too much time in that Grantabrugge 1: You know, I’ve been sleeping with Lord Arundel 2: Oh? Well, which one? 1. Brendan 2. Oh! That’s not Brendan, that’s Lucas in disguise! 1. Yeah, well I knew that! 2. Oh! 1. And whaddya mean, “which one”? 2. Brendan or Lucas! 2. You do know Brendan’s a vampire, don’t you? 1. But I laid him to rest! Once you start plotting, there’s just no stopping There’s loot to collect and that guy needs dropping When you call “magic flaming vorpal”, it’s going straight through It puts the “Quality” in roleplay. In the night, we are fighting in the Underdark It’s such a jolly lark Waves of angst that you could surf on We’ve got the cup, we’ve got the ring we’ve got the sword and what’s the other thing? Seven men for seven symbols. See the races that we never knew existed It’s all a plot twist Keep alert and don’t dare look away Keep your armour mended up and don’t worry about the cup Nothing happens till the Refs say Well, it’s the kind of world where folk believe in prophecies End of the World, the True King, don’t forget special babies. “Jera! Jera” Now the crowd starts their favourite chant Should I leave her here to die? I just can’t I’ve got the feeling that it should mean something to me I think they’ve mentioned this island place before It’s been one week since we had the pain Of waking up stranded in some guys experimental plane Five days since the big surprise He died in his bed – but in his sleep? - that was all lies. Three days since they held the trial And then they had the convicts rescued, but with such style Yesterday, it occurred to me That I’ve been spending too much time in that Grantabrugge Don’t need 50-page plot dumps from that Grantabrugge I’m sure I’ve got a life, I don’t need Grantabrugge Oh when can I next visit my Grantabrugge?