Fat, stupid, that's what he is
Fat, stupid, that's what he is
Always protecting his 'master'
'Master' with our precious
Going to mount Doom? We are faster
We'll protect you my dear
Do not fear
For you are ours
-Smèagol?- -Where are you?-
Come little hobbits, we must go now! Must make haste!
-Thank you Smèagol. Sam, victory is near!-
It's our victory, not yours, that we will taste