To the town of Vidya-Scapa rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big ancient on his hip
Big ancient on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big ancient on his hip
Big ancient on his hip

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Based Wiggins
Many men had tried to take him and that many men grave diggins
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his water staff numbered one and nineteen more
One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an French PKer wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Based Wiggins
After Based Wiggins

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Based Wiggins
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were grave diggins
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the PKer with the big ancient on his hip
Big ancient on his hip