Lord Of The Rings,
Ev-il it brings,
You'll take this ring,
No use hiding,
Ringwraiths they know,
You have it Frodo,
Watching, waiting,
They're drawn to the ring,

You must not be slow,
You will have to go,
Where it was made,
In volcano,

No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no,

Sam will join you,
He'll keep close view,
In case you shall fall to the floor,
Before you even reach Mordor,
You shall meet me,
In a pub in Bree,
'The Prancing Po-ny',
That is where I'll be,

Be, be, be, be, be,
Be, be, be, be, be,
Be, be, be, be, be,
Be, be, be, be, be,
Be, be, be, be, be,
Be, be, be, be, be,
Be, be, be, be, be,
Be, be, be, be, be,

(Now much later into the film, when Frodo had to be taken to Rivendell)

I know you've gone through hell,
You got ill and you fell,
But now that you are well,
You're now in Rivendell,

My magic fingertip,
Is not well equip,
Unassisted on this trip,
We formed the Fellowship,

Moria in the east,
Is filled with the deceased,
But the thing I like the least,
Is this flaming Balrog beast,

You bloody flaming mass,
Your next breathe is you last,
I'll kick you f#####g ass,
And you shall not pass,
And you shall not pass,