The first time I met good old Thaddeus Tomb
The smell coming off him would clear out a room
All recollection of that powerful funk
Is gone now I know how he tips when he's drunk

He'll buy the next round! He'll buy the next round!
If you don't know who I mean you're gonna have to look down
He may not be tall, pure of heart, or a hunk
But by god the gnome's generous when he is drunk!

Where's his cash from? You should probably not ask
Just enjoy the largesse that flows out from his flask
He's a bold and heroic explorer, I bet!
I don't ask that kind of question while he keeps my throat wet

He'll buy for the room! He'll buy for the room!
Raise a toast to that treasure-lord Thaddeus Tomb!
The ladies can tell you he's sure not a monk!
Let's all sing out CHEERS to that glorious drunk!

In the morning's he's off for adventure's enjoyment
Or whatever he does in place of gainful employment
May your fingers be quick! May your sword freely stab!
May you come back alive and pay off your tab

He'll buy the next round! He'll buy the next round!
If you don't know who I mean you're gonna have to look down
He may not be tall, pure of heart, or a hunk
But by god the gnome's generous when he is drunk!