[hawaiiansky]

Sportscribe Thrill Gallows wrapped up his game report at Jackass Steakhouse, tucked his pencils away, rambled over to the pukebox and shoved in a few greenskins. He glanced quickly over the song titles of the ancients and chose a bloodball favorite, “Centaurfield” by some yokel named Yawn Fog-earthy. Settling back on his stool at the bar, he sipped another Sudsgyser and sucked in the eelectrix twangs and notes of this bloodball anthem:

Well, beat the scum and crush their bones

The sun glared out today 


We're born again, there's new thrash on da field

Just a-roundin' hurt and headed for home, 

it's a red-eyed angry man 

Any Orc can understand, the way I squeel 



Oh, put me in Coach, 
I'm ready to slay, today

Put me in Coach, 
I'm ready to slay, today

Look at me, 
I can be 
Centaurfield 



Well, I spent some time with the Bloodvile Nine,

watchin' it from the bench 

You know I took some dumps when the Mighty Mace struck out

Sow hay silly, tell Ticob 
and Jo The Magic O 

Don't say “It ain't so,” 
you know the time is now



Oh, put me in Coach, 

I'm ready to slay, today 

Put me in Coach,

I'm ready to slay, today 

Look at me, 
I gotta be 
Centaurfield 



Got a chewed-up glove, a gnome-made club, 

and a grand new pair of balls 

You know it’s stinkin’ time 
to give this game a ride 

Just to club the ball and stomp 'em all, a moment in the sun 

It's gone and you can smell that one goodbye 



Put me in Coach, 
I'm ready to slay, today 

Put me in Coach, 
I'm ready to slay, today

Look at me, 
I can be 
Centaurfield