Back at home there are such great men
Our king is great and wise
And our Queen is an elf, oh yeah
Her looks could cure hair splice!
All free people cry when the Rangers ride by that
Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!
Jumpin Balrogs and moonin’ all ya crocks we go
Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor
Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!
We all know and we do care,
Our king’s hair such a mess
Seven bottles of soap on his shelf,
He should sue for regress!
All rangers moan with Estel on the throne
His hair sucks! His hair sucks!
Greasy, in strains, we love him all the same, we shout
Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor
Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!
We got some scrolls from the second age
When greasy hair was just all the rage
So who are we to decry locks
Now Gondor rocks! Now Gondor Rocks!
Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor
Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor
Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor
Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor
Rocks! Gondor Rocks!Gondor Rocks! Gondor Rocks!
NUMENOR!