It's about being a Butthole Filker!

Moving to Skullport (to the tune of "Moving to Florida" by the Butthole Surfers)

We gonna move down to Skullport.
And we gonna shut down the traffic of slaves.
We gon' cut off that trade down in Skullport.
And we gonna count the number of folks we saved.

Well they say that Deacon Mourning was a sick man.
And they say that there's still a chance he'll up and spew.
They say that when we go down to Skullport way,
They're ain't no kind of sexual deviance that Kralig will not, shall not,
or can not do, except this right here:

Well we movin' down to Skullport.
And you know that we gonna hafta potty train the half-orc now.
And we gonna have to teach him to make his doodoo in the toilet, child.
We're indoors, no more of them White Castle sliders in his britches can we allow.

Well, we goin down to Skullport, child.
We gonna instill us a sense of calm.
We gonna hold crime hostage down in Skullport, child.
Ain't nobody - ain't nobody gonna tell us what to do. Stepchild.

By this time I guess you've figured out about Skullport.
Kralig'll coat his britches with semen stains.
When he sees treasure the size of Ox carts in Skullport.
He'll be payin' Bard Iglesias our tale to sing, now.

Well, whoever said that Deacon Mourning was a sick man,
Knew the same of Nazurahei, too.
'Cause with all the dead bodies we make from those slavers in the port under the city of Waterdeep
She'll know just exactly.. what to do. Right here:

Well we be goin' to Skullport.
Slaver skulls crack under Kralig's hand.
You know when we in Skullport,
Just like Kralig, we'll want it all.
Well we went down to Skullport.
We got hurt.
Struck by a debbil's glave down in Skullport.
We started to watch our blood spurt.
Well we never going back to Waterdeep
That's why we movin today
When we settle down in Skullport,
We gonna explode the whole damn Waterdeep Bay.
Get that party to Skullport,
They'll teach you what to do.