Fundog wears his funday best
Gail's tired she needs a rest
Hobbits are playing up downstairs
Dbear's sighing in her sleep
Choppa's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our hole, in the middle of the hill
Our hole, in the middle of the…
Our hole is full of Crowns
There's always someone donating
And requests are always filled
Our team is so hole-proud
Nothing ever slows us down
And a frown is not allowed
Our hole, in the middle of the hill
Our hole, in the middle of the…
Something smells here and Bullvine will get the blame for it
Sometimes war plans just don't work
Gail has to iron it out
But she thinks we're all still cool
Always gives a hug and kiss
She's the one we all would miss
We'd all go astray
I remember way back then when Classical was cool and when
Upgrades wouldn't take such a long time, so much time
Not a crappy time
And I remember how we'd play simply war the days away
Then we'd say "Hobbits Hooray" when we won, so much fun!
Our hole, is our Stronghold and our Fort
Our hole, in the middle of the hill
Our hole, our alliance lends support
Our hole, in the middle of the hill
Our hole, in the middle of the hill