The Halls of Gnomeregan

There is a place in Gnomeregan
They call the Engine Room.
It's been the ruin of many a poor gnome,
And, oh, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tinker;
She made me new machines.
My father was an engineer,
Down in Gnomeregan.

Now the only thing a tinker needs
Is a blowtorch and a wrench,
And the only time she's satisfied
Is when she's raising stench.

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done—
Spend your lives in din and theory
In the halls of the Engine Room.

Well, I got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the tram.
I'm goin' back to Gnomeregan
To kill that Thermaplugg.

There is a place in Gnomeregan
They call the Engine Room.
It's been the ruin of many a poor gnome,
And, oh, I know I'm one.