The Teemo went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Teemo jumped upon a hickory Maokai and said "Boy, let me tell you what."
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Teemo his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My name's Jarvan, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Jarvan, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Teemo deals the Wild Cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the Teemo gets your soul.
The Teemo opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
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When the Devil finished, Jarvan said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."
"Sear on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Teemo's in the house of the rising sun;
Rebirth's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your Nasus bite? No, child, no.
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The Teemo bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Jarvan's feet.
Jarvan said, "Teemo, just come on back. If you ever wanna try again,
I done told you once—you son of a bitch—I'm the best that's ever been."
And he played:
"Sear on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Teemo's in the house of the rising sun;
The Rebirth's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, will your Nasus bite? No, child, no.
