Return to Skyrim - Dan Bull, Harry Partridge

By the nine, it’s been five long years since I’ve come here

So, I think I’m perfectly entitled to cry one tear

And now, I want beer

And I need a mead and thanks to this bucket

We don’t have to buy one, here!

I’ve just baked up a fresh batch of sweetrolls

Would you like one dear?

I should head back to my Hearthfire

Before the Dawnguard start lecturing

But my belly’s full and inventory’s empty

So, we’d better get adventuring

Pick up a weapon

Then pick a direction

Then pick a dungeon that we’re entering

No fast travel, just treasuring every texture that’s rendering

Quest:

Reliving our memories and carving out some new ones

With newer and shinier hardware you can do whatever you want

Is it just me or have mods made this world change in odd ways?

My frosty droplets of snot are thawed under the God rays

They drip in the mountain water, glistening

Trickling sounds are sort of twinkling

Rippling out, I’m sure if you’re listening

Your hair’s on end and your pores are tingling

My legacy, odyssey, elegy, prophecy’s better than ever

You’re probably getting euphoric and wobbly

In bed in pyjamas

But it feels like ebony armor, it’s Godly

I am the Dragonborn and thus

I’m dragging you back to my birthplace

I’ve got unfinished business

I never did the main quest in the first place

So many side missions, civil wars, guilds and factions

How can I ever one-hundred percent a game

That’s filled with distractions

Refractions and reflections

Weapon sets and plant collections

Never-ending

Harry, uh, Harry

Pants, erection