(Anders, Fenris, Varric, Sebastian, Alistair, and Zevran all come
strutting from behind a corner; clad in black muscle shirts and tights,
all of them sprinkled with glitter.
Fenris, Sebastian, and
Alistair form a row behind the other three; and begin to beatbox a
rhythm. Anders, Varric, and Zevran step up infront of them, and begin
to sing to the beat.)
Hot and dangerous! If you're one of us,
then roll with us; cuz we make the fangirls fall in love, when we got
our swagger on and up.
And, yes, of course we does. We're running this city just like a pub. And no, you don't wanna kick us stallions; got the Maker on our medallions.
We can flirt with our eyes; got some good looks on the side; people say we're undignified. But they don't kno-o-ow (let's show!)
We know we ain't tavern ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bards. But we'll show those fans that world of ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ours. We're giving them our har-har-har-har-har-har-hearts. You know we're super smart: WE R WHO WE R!
We don't do this just for fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fun. Breath escaping from their lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lungs. Can't help but love us son of a gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-guns. You know we're super smart: WE R WHO WE R!
(The three up front quickly switch with those in the back. Anders, Varric, and Zevran are now beat boxing; the other three are now singing.)
Players, turn it up! It's about da**ed time to shake it up! So sick of the Chantry being so serious; what we're up to is making them furious!
But, hey! They're just talkin' truth! They know that we're going to ravish you! Grabbing your clothes, using our charms, dressing you down, and hitting on you (hard.)
We know we ain't tavern ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bards. But we'll show those
fans that world of ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ours. We're giving them our
har-har-har-har-har-har-hearts. You know we're super smart: WE R WHO WE
R!
We don't do this just for fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fun. Breath
escaping from their lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lungs. Can't help but love us son
of a gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-guns. You know we're super smart: WE R WHO WE R!
Players, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up!
Players, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up!
Players, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up!
Players, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up!
(A horde of magical, beat boxing nugs decend from the heavens; and form behind our six studly studs. The sextet now stand together to sing the final round of the chorus.)
We know we ain't tavern ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bards. But we'll show those
fans that world of ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ours. We're giving them our
har-har-har-har-har-har-hearts. You know we're super smart: WE R WHO WE
R!
We don't do this just for fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fun. Breath
escaping from their lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lungs. Can't help but love us son
of a gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-guns. You know we're super smart: WE R WHO WE R!