Tyrion, my wayward son
Starks are greased when we are done
Lay your eerie head to rest
Don't imbibe no more


Once I rose against the Stannis intrusion
Just to get whacked with a cranium contusion
I was soaring to a triumph
Then they hewed me down
Though I led the troops, the hero was Tywin
Though I saved the King, they still call me Half-man
I hear the voices when they're sneering
I can hear him say

Tyrion, my wayward son
Near deceased when seige was done
Lay your cloven head to rest
Throne fall guy no more

Castigated as a man with low cunning
My retorts were always witty and stunning
And if I claim Shae is hand maiden
Well it means Tywin won't know
For a squalid life of red wine devotion
Cast aside, I'm like an imp with demotion
I'm on a course to wed a Stark girl
And I hear the voices say

Tyrion, my wayward son
Have grand niece when you are done*
Take your teary wife to bed
Don't screw Shae no more (NO!)


Tyrion! You were drawn to the squalor
Tyrion! Gave your first wife a dollar#
Since you favored drink and whoring
Castle Rock's denied to you!

Tyrion, my wayward son
Starks are greased when we are done
Lay your eerie head to rest
Don't imbibe no MO-O-O-O-O- ...

No MO-O-O-O-O-O-O ......