If you’re blue and you don’t know
Which raid to go to,
Why don’t you go where Arthas sits?
Puttin’ on the Crits!

Dressed up sharp in plate and mail,
With epic loot and never fail,
They’re swingin’ swords with battle hits
Puttin’ on the Crits!

Struttin' through the Stormwind streets,
Checkin’ out those auction treats,
All the gnomes with gears and glitz
Puttin’ on the Crits!

Undead dance in Tirisfal,
Worgen howl at Goldrinn’s call,
Even goblins make some blitz
Puttin’ on the Crits!

>And you’ll never see
>A sight more fancy
>Than a Night Elf druid shapeshiftin' in a tree
>Draenei hooves click,
>Shamans cast quick,
>Paladins blind you with a bubble holy trick

Up in Orgrimmar they show
Those shoulder spikes and totems glow
Even trolls got style that fits
Puttin’ on the Crits!

Transmog clean, that’s how they roll,
Lookin’ fresh in full control
Fashion first, then raid for a bit
Puttin’ on the Crits!