Westfall Stew
(Spritely)
The vulture meat is pretty rough,
And the goretusk snout is pretty tough;
That murloc eye is looking at you,
Now add some okra, cook it through!
It's West. Fall. Stew.
Westfall Stew! Westfall Stew!
The finest thing you'll ever brew.
Feed the hungry, feed the rich,
Feed your dog and feed your bi—wife
Give'em West. Fall. Stew!
VanCleef and his men defy the odds,
They roar their anger to the gods;
We're overrun! What can we do?
The only cure that's tried and true!
Give'em West. Fall. Stew!
Westfall Stew! Westfall Stew!
The finest thing you'll ever brew.
Feed the hungry, feed the rich,
Feed your dog and feed your bi—rats!
Give'em West. Fall. Stew!
Now I'm not really one to boast,
But you know those murlocs 'round the coast?
I didn't want to be a ghost,
So I gave'em West. Fall. Stew!
Westfall Stew! Westfall Stew!
The finest thing you'll ever brew.
Feed the hungry, feed the rich,
Feed your dog and scratch an itch!
Now feed your cats, then feed your bitch!
Give'em West. Fall. Stew!