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Hustle at the Prancing Pony | Lord of the Rings Disco Funk Anthem 🕺

#LordOfTheRings #LOTR #tolkien Get ready to groove for your life! 🕺✨ Welcome to the first stop on The Fellowship of the Dance tour! We’ve transformed Middle-earth’s shadiest watering hole into a 1970s funk dungeon. Four tiny fellas in goldfish platform shoes just walked into Bree. The ale is flowing, the bass is walking, and the vibes are... dangerous. There’s a Ranger in the corner booth watching every move, Pippin is getting rowdy on the bar top, and Frodo is about to make a mistake that will kill the disco mood entirely. Can they hustle their way out before the Black Riders crash the party? Put on your bling, keep your hood up, and step inside The Prancing Pony. 👇 JOIN THE FELLOWSHIP! 👇 If you dug this groove, hit that LIKE button and SUBSCRIBE for more musical journeys through Middle-earth! We've got K-Pop Orcs and Country Rangers coming up next! 🗣️ COMMENT BELOW: Who do you think has better dance moves: Disco Pippin or the mysterious Strider? #DiscoFunk #FellowshipOfTheDance #LOTR #ThePrancingPony #Bree #FrodoBaggins #Strider #Aragorn #MiddleEarthMusic #70sVibe #TolkienFan #MusicParody #Hustle #newmusic LYRICS - Alright now— If you’re comin’ off the road, And the night’s got eyes on you, Keep your hood up. Keep your feet movin’. And whatever you do... Don’t. Put on. The bling. Four tiny fellas hit the edge of town Mud on the cloaks, sun goin’ down Bree's lights are glowin' like a disco ball The gate is closin' up, it's almost last call Inside the tavern, it's a mixed-up vibe Strange kind of place, all kinds of tribes Platform boots and hairy feet No tellin' who you gonna meet They ain’t at home, they feel it deep Eyes too sharp, smiles too cheap When the road gets dark and the chill ain’t free That's when you step inside... The Prancing Pony! Slide into the Prancing Pony, dance through the door, Goldfish platform shoes on a dusty wooden floor. Every laugh too loud, comin' cross a broken tooth Grey eyes takin' notes, from a shadowed corner booth Slide into the Prancing Pony, spinnin' fate, The wizard might be late, but we know destiny don't wait. You did what you were told to, But the groove just changed Drown your sorrows in a mug , man the quest just re-arranged. Candles flicker like a broken mirror ball Ale sloshes thick, might be blood on the wall Old Butterbur is sweating, keys in his hand Looks like he don't even know the plan Tankards clink on the off-beat pop Rumors dance and they never stop Whispers of trouble and Riders dressed in black How long can they stay before they get back on the track? Hustle in the Prancing Pony, spinnin' round the room Strangers in the smoke, yeah, chasing away the gloom But keep a handle on your mug and don't you say your name ‘Cause words are loose in Bree-land, and talkin' is the game! Hustle in the Prancing Pony, voices getting loud Strange faces in the shadows, hiding in the crowd Sittin' at a table, spirits getting low Then Pippin stands up on the bar and says it's time to flow! Corner booth, low light glows Arms crossed, watchin' the show Boots are worn, his cloak the same He's been around—yeah, he knows the game They call him Strider, don’t trust his style But he’s been readin’ the room all the while Eyes like vinyl, dark and deep Spinnin’ vibes that make 'em weep Hustle in the Prancing Pony, watch that corner booth A Ranger’s eyes are on you and he’s looking for the truth He sits there like a statue while the music starts to swell Is he a friend or foe, man? It’s getting hard to tell! He don’t move when the music swells Just lights the pipe, don't give no tells Every beat lands where he planned That man’s got the groove... in the palm of his hand. We wanna hear a Shire song! Let's hear some Hobbit funk! Frodo’s feelin' down and out, he's runnin' out of luck He belts out a tune ‘bout the Man in the Moon But his shaky feet start slidin’ just a bit too soon Goldfish platforms, heel goes wide Down he goes in a disco slide The room goes quiet, lights go low He's vanished from the disco glow! Hustle in the Prancing Pony, where did Baggins go? He slipped upon the table and he stopped the disco show! The room is full of whispers, the vibe is getting cold You let the secret slip out, the story has been told! Glass drops, gasps hit the beat The crowd ain't ready for that heat Then—pop—he’s back in a nervous flash But the vibe is cracked... the groove is smashed. Strider’s glidin' cross the floor, his eyes are movin' quick Grabs Frodo by the shoulder, says "That was quite a trick." Look here boys, I like the vibe, you dance so quick and merry But cut the groove, we gotta move, that's no trinket that you carry. He drops names, drops truths, drops tone He says, "You’re late—but not alone." He knows about them hunters, ridin' horses black He says they'll never stop sniffin’ for that shiny track.