to the tune of LONDON CALLING in song parodies

dungeon crawling from the faraway inns
the dragons hoard gold the battle begins
dungeon crawling in the underworld
the litches and witches, diamonds and pearls
dungeon crawling, don’t try and beat us
phony dopplegangers and monsters-of-rust
dungeon crawling, see we ain’t got no wings
but we’ve got the rings of feather falling

the orc age is coming, owlbears are zooming in
in chain mail strainers, in giant cans of tin
go call a cleric cuz I’m feeling blessed
the dungeons are calling and I’m… a critical success

dungeon crawling to another planar sphere
intimidation, I’ll have to check for fear
dungeon crawling fighting zombies of death
and lizard-men with their weapons of breath
dungeon crawling and I don’t want to shout
the rogue’s using stealth don’t wanna call him out
dungeon crawling, chances don’t seem too high
our fate it could ride in the beholder’s eye

the orc age is coming, owlbears are zooming in
paladins riding in giant cans of tin
wear chain mail strainers but I’m feeling blessed
cuz dungeons are calling and I’m… a critical success

now get this:
dungeon crawling, yes, I was there, too
what the gamemaster rolled? well, some of it was true!
dungeon crawling and it’s looking pretty grim
that’s my estimate from looking at the grid
my head up on a pike a pike a pike a pike