‘Tin Foil Again’ (to the tune of ‘Jerusalem’)

And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon Martin’s pages green?

And was th’unholy Septa Lamore

A secret Dayne or the mother of Tyene?

And could the Prince, Azor Azhai,

Be Snow or Targ to light the dark?

Or was Tin Foil, Again, planted here?

There’s no way Daario’s a Stark.

Organ solo

Bring me Targ hair — of silvery gold!

Bring me that harp, that Rhaegar’s lyre!

Bring me Ned Thirty-Nine — no Joy!

Bring me my Song of Ice and Fire!

I will not cease from online fight,

Nor shall my mouse sleep in my hand,

Till we have read Tin Foil (Again)!

And till that trolling knob’s been banned.

‘Winter’ (Pete-Baelz feat. San$a)

San$a:

It’s going down, I’m yelling WINTER!

It’s very cold. You’d better dance.

Here comes a Wight — you won’t remember!

You were born in spring. But you won’t forget.

Wooooah (winter!), wooooah (winter!), wooooah (it’s going down)

Wooooah (winter!), wooooah (winter!), wooooah (it’s going down)

Pete-Baelz:

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

These big-iddy boys are all my pawns

I have ‘em like Cersei Lann, clothes off

Twerking in their bras and thongs, WINTER!

Face down, booty up, WINTER!

That’s the way we like to–what?–WINTER!

My hair’s slicker than an oil spill

He say he won’t, but I bet he will, WINTER!

Swing your Lysa round and round

End of the game, she’s going down

One more Targ, another crown

End of the game, she’s going down

Swing your Lysa round and round

End of the game, she’s going down

One more Targ, another crown

End of the game, she’s going down

San$a:

It’s going down, I’m yelling WINTER!

It’s very cold. You’d better dance.

Here comes a Wight — you won’t remember!

You were born in spring. But you won’t forget.

It’s going down (it’s going down), I’m yelling WINTER!

It’s very cold (it’s very cold), you better dance (you better dance)

Here comes a Wight — you won’t remember!

You were born in spring. But you won’t forget (you won’t forget)

Wooooah (Winter!), wooooah (Winter!), wooooah (winter!)

Wooooah (winter!), wooooah (winter!), wooooah (it’s going down)

Pete-Baelz:

Look to the sea, Ironborn or Volantene?

Nah, it’s just me, ain’t a damn thing changed

Lord of the Vale, feastin’ all day,

Blessed to say, money ain’t a thing

Club flying like Le Bran now, Volí

Order me another round, homie

We about to rule. Why? ‘Cause Lysa’s about to go down

Etc.