And it's off to Neverwinter
Some fella's ribs are about to be splintered
All of the regulars are off sprinting
Jewel of the North, you'll be rid of us soon
On to the City of Splendors
Half of the bar is losing their temper
Boyos let's have a night to remember
Howling like animals under the moon!

Now we're rambling down the Trade Way
Some of the lads are starting to sway
They all realize to our dismay
We're on the road to Baldur's Gate
Now all of me boys are plastered
This'll be fit to be a disaster
And right on cue some bastard
Hops off his stool and is heading our way