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The Assassin
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A must for Live Roleplay fans - a parody to The Gambler by Kenny Rogers
parody funny satire
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Parody artist with a penchant for wit and wordplay
This isn't a band, it's just me... I write songs, usually parodies, and occasionally get the chance to record stuff. This seemed like a good sort of site to give people access to the recordings. I hope you like them: I like to think they're kind of funny
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Podcasts • Comedy
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Peak #58
Peak in subgenre #23
Author
Phil Alexander
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Phil Alexander
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November 16, 2004
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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I was drinking in a tavern When I caught a whiff of danger In the corner sat a stranger He was dressed all in black He had the eyes of a killer A nose like a gorilla And a 'tache like a caterpillar All in all, he looked a prat I turned to look away But he looked up and caught me staring He said, from the clothes I'm wearing You can tell I kill to live And there ain't no use in sassin' A highly trained assassin For a taste of your whiskey Some advice to you I'll give So I handed him my bottle And he drank down my last swallow Then he picked up a throwing knife Flicked it at the door And the bar went deathly quiet Everyone was lookin He said, if you're going killing, boy You better know what you're killing for {Refrain} You got to know how to track 'em, how to attack 'em Know how to slit their throats, their blood to spill And you've gotta know your trade well, learn to handle a blade well But most of all get paid well for every man you kill I could see some deadly darts Tucked into his bandanna On his back was a katana Shuriken in his fist Tucked into his waistband I couldn't help a-spyin' A dozen bolts of iron For the crossbow on his wrist Wound around his leg Was a bandage made of denim Which held a vial of venom In a casket made of wood He smiled and shook his head When I offered him a hand up But I never saw him stand up I don't even think he could {Refrain thrice}
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