Curse of Opoco

Lyrics: Verse 1 Have you heard of Opoco, in armour bright and clean? The greatest Holy Paladin that anyone has seen. His healing tops the meters every single time we try... Somehow every guild he joins just quietly says goodbye. No one knows the reason, no one knows the curse, It starts off looking perfect, then it slowly gets much worse. "Recruitment's going brilliant!" someone proudly will proclaim... A fortnight later, no one's left but Opoco takes no blame. Chorus Full send! Full send! No halfway, no pretend! If there's a choice in all the world, The answer's FULL SEND! He's got every mount in Azeroth, From dragons down to hens. The Light itself salutes the king— The best Paladin, full send! Verse 2 He never asks for Innervate, he's far too proud for that. But if one lands upon his bar... "AAAAAAAHHHH!!" A Wilhelm scream comes roaring out, The kind you can't ignore. The raid all stops what they were doing— "Opoco got Innervate once more!" Verse 3 "Where's the quest?" "In Ardenweald." "Where's the raid?" "In Ardenweald." "My keys?" "In Ardenweald." "My wife?" "...Probably Ardenweald." You could ask a thousand questions, From morning until night. He'll somehow find a way to say "It's in Ardenweald, alright." Bridge Every mount? Collected. Every rare? He'll wait. Camping something for eight straight hours? He'll gladly celebrate. When the final boss is beaten, And the final loot is won, Bring him salmon by the plateful, And poppadoms by the ton. Final Chorus Full send! Full send! No caution to defend! Ask him every question and He'll answer, FULL SEND! Every mount beneath the sun, Collected in the end. The world's best Paladin rides on— Our champion, full send! The guilds may come, the guilds may go, No one can comprehend. One thing's always certain though... "What should we do?" "...FULL SEND