Sing me the song of your homeland fellow commenters.

Well I'll tell you what I want, what I really really really want.

So you like Weird Al?

I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves! Everybody's nerves, yes on everybody's nerves!

Den glider in
den glider in
den glider in
i mål igen
Vi ska kämpa
vi ska ge
alt det vi har
vi ska ta
gul igen

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I can't see where you comin' from
But I know just what you runnin' from
And what matters ain't who's baddest
But the ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder

When you feel like you're feelin' now
And doin' things just to please your crowd
When I love you like the way I love you
And I suffer but I ain't gonna cut you 'cause

This ain't no place for no hero
This ain't no place for no better man
This ain't no place for no hero
To call home

Good morning starshine
The earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below

Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song

Gliddy glub gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba nabba
Le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla
Nooby abba naba
Early morning singing song

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Jungle life
I'm far away from nowhere
On my own like Tarzan boy
Hide and seek
I play along while rushing 'cross the forest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
Jungle life
I'm living in the open
Native beat that carries on
Burning bright
A fire blows the signal to the sky
I sit and wonder, does the message get to you?

Ich bin ein Preussen
Kennt ihr meine Farben?
Die Fahne schwiebt mir weiss und schwartz voran
Das fur die Freiheit meine Vater strarben
Das deuten merkt es meine Farben ahn.

Si vous voyagez un brin du côté de St-Quentin
Dites bonjour à mes parents qui habitent le cinquième rang.
Vous pouvez pas les manquer, prenez le chemin pas pavé
Près de la maison vous verrez, y'a une croix qu'on a plantée.
En vous voyant arriver, maman ôtera son tablier
Et dira: «Mais entrez donc, passez donc dans le salon».
Les planchers tout frais cirés qu'on ose à peine marcher
Un bouquet de fleurs des champs embaume l'appartement.
Que c'est charmant chez nos parents
Ce que ça sent bon dans nos vieilles maisons.

Sitôt que vous serez entrés, il faudra vous dégreiller
On vous garde pour le souper, car ce soir y'a une veillée
On vide la chambre des garçons, roule le tapis du salon
Heureux, le père tire une bouffée en attendant les invités.
Les voisins arrivent gaiement avec leur douzaine d'enfants.
On monte en-haut les coucher, cinq par lit, on est tassés.
Quand ils sont tous endormis, on ferme la porte sans bruit
On descend le coeur joyeux en entendant les violoneux.
Ah! ce que c'est gai dans nos veillées
Ce que ça sent bon dans nos vieilles maisons.

That guy from IT resurrects your PC
With a boredom he barely suppresses.
Though he rarely converses, he has more universes
In his head than you've got addresses.

He wargames through weekends, leads armies and legions.
He doesn't care how well you putted.
He's browsing reality's infinite palette, he's
Seen yours, and yours doesn't cut it.

Rich fantasy lives.
He quietly thrives in a world he contrives.
Techno-drone insects in cubicle hives
Lead rich fantasy lives.


Source:
https://tomsmith.bandcamp.com/track/rich-fantasy-lives

Fun fact, the lyrics to this song were written by the guy that does Erfworld.

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,
Il sait porter la croix!
Ton histoire est une épopée
Des plus brillants exploits.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

And tonight's story shall be... the time when you, both GM and player had fun to beat that one NPC/Monster/Character/Whatever...

We're no strangers to loooove
You know the rules, and so do I (so do I)
A full commitment's what I'm thinkin' of
You wouldn't get this from ANY OTHER GUY

Oh goodness, Sanji's gonna be one of those characters who only rolls well when it comes to combat stuff, isn't he? Every social check to woo a woman or something like that he's gonna get, like, a 2.

Sanji just has a flaw/hinderance/"negative perk" that makes him have poor social rolls with women. With men, he doesn't take anyone's shit, and can intimidate entire gangs full of men tough enough to survive on an island in the Grand Line.

...transgender people are a big weakness for him, since he suffers the penalties for their feminine sides even as he is filled with rage at their masculine side (and getting forced into bad situations by their numbers and strength).

If you're going through hell, keep on going
don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it
you might get out before the devil even knows your there

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

The sun was setting in the west,
The birds were singing on every tree.
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

I grieve to leave my native land,
I grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my aging parents whom I've always loved so dear,
And the bonnie, bonnie lass that I do adore.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

The drums they do beat and the wars to alarm,
The captain calls, I must obey.
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms,
For it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away.
I have three brothers and they are at rest,
Their arms are folded on their chest.
But a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and turned in the deep dark sea.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

(AN I think this is a good song for OnePiece)

I didn't know we had a song.

Collier ! Épaule ! Cotelette ! Selle : Poitrine ! Gigôt ! Mouton...Shot !!!

i gues...you don't need a dessert.