Claws on the Floor

I came to bless the bride tonight, I came to drink just one— But now the room is spinning fast, And this is getting fun. My ale is strong, my legs are weak, The tables move some more— And you, my striped old hunting mate, Have claws upon the floor. Claws on the floor! Ale in the air! Laugh a little louder, we don’t care! Spin me once, don’t pull my hair— This wedding night is wild and fair! Claws on the floor! Drink some more! We’ve hunted snow and forest war— If love bites back, that’s what it’s for… Claws on the floor! You said “just one,” you said it twice, You’re far past number three— You tried to bow to Amalasuntha And tripped upon your knee. Her blond wavy hair caught firelight, She smiled but walked away— You told her you’re “a beast at night”… You can’t stand up today. Claws on the floor! Ale in the air! Flirt with the druid if you dare! Blond hair shining everywhere— But I’m the one who shares your lair! Claws on the floor! Drink some more! You’re not as smooth as before— Choose your bed before you snore… Claws on the floor! She smells like forest after rain… Careful now, use your brain. She said I look “quite strong and tall”… You just walked into a wall. Claws on the floor! Ale in the air! Blond hair dancing everywhere! Spin the bride and spin the groom— Just don’t get thrown out of the room! Claws on the floor! Drink some more! Laugh until your sides are sore— Wedding vows and drunken roar… Claws on the floor!