Drink to the proud and noble Chocobo
The only friend I know
Gets me where I need to go
Let’s have a pint to this majestic beast
I’ll ride ‘er west and east
Until I’m quite deceased
Why get a horse when you can ride Big Bird?
They’re smart and they’re and friendly and they only know one word (Kweh)
Love and affection, boy-o that’s the key
They mean the world to me, and damn, their meat is tasty!
Raise twenty glasses to my feathered belle
I think she likes her cell
It’s frankly hard to tell
I treat her goodly even when she snores
It’s hard to do her chores
With all the saddle sores
She’s like a butler but she gets no pay
So please don’t tell PETA or the ASPCA
I keep her addicted to the Gysahl Greens
That’s why she cooks and cleans, my winged little crack fiend
1, ‘u-xx_large_top_margin’: $height > 0}” style=”box-sizing: border-box; display: block;”>Let’s drink to Chocobos, ’cause bloody hell, I love ’em all!
time lapse.
So . . . galorns are feathered camels.
Art quality is much better now. The stablemaster dog is great. The last panel is crowded but everything is clear. Thumbs up.
Galorns, huh? Sounds kind of like galornis, an extinct bird aka terror bird. (large bird, bad disposition)
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The Chocobo Song with Lyrics
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THE CHOCOBO SONG WITH LYRICS LYRICS
Drink to the proud and noble Chocobo
The only friend I know
Gets me where I need to go
Let’s have a pint to this majestic beast
I’ll ride ‘er west and east
Until I’m quite deceased
Why get a horse when you can ride Big Bird?
They’re smart and they’re and friendly and they only know one word (Kweh)
Love and affection, boy-o that’s the key
They mean the world to me, and damn, their meat is tasty!
Raise twenty glasses to my feathered belle
I think she likes her cell
It’s frankly hard to tell
I treat her goodly even when she snores
It’s hard to do her chores
With all the saddle sores
She’s like a butler but she gets no pay
So please don’t tell PETA or the ASPCA
I keep her addicted to the Gysahl Greens
That’s why she cooks and cleans, my winged little crack fiend
1, ‘u-xx_large_top_margin’: $height > 0}” style=”box-sizing: border-box; display: block;”>Let’s drink to Chocobos, ’cause bloody hell, I love ’em all!
-Brentalfloss, “If the Chocobo Theme had Lyrics”