Chip the Glasses! (feat. Tim Foster) Video (MV)

Chip the glasses, crack the plates
Blunt the knives and bend the forks
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates
Smash the bottles, burn the corks
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat
Pour the milk on the pantry floor
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat
Splash the wine on every door
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl
Pound them up with a thumping pole
And when you've finished, if any are whole
Send them down the hall to roll
'Cause that's what Bilbo Baggins hates
So, carefully, carefully with those plates
'Cause that's what Bilbo Baggins hates
So, carefully, carefully with those plates
(nonsense drunken dwarven adlib)
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail
For over misty mountains grim
The dragons sleeps in caverns dim
We must away ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him