From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

Allergic to Elves (Robert Palmer)

For centuries you've been alone
Your mind is not your own
Lembas tastes just like dust
Master betrayed your trust

Elven rope burns your skin
You can't eat, you're growing thin
Late at night, you've one wish
Just to catch a tasty fish

Whoa, now Master tricked you and they're binding your hands, oh, yeah
These guys he's hanging out with they smell something like Elves, 
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re allergic to Elves

The White Face gives you a fright
Daytime's even worse than night
Wood-Elves kept you confined
But you escaped, they were too kind, your one track mind

You can’t be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
Might be some left for you
Let Her do it for you

The fat hobbit wonders if you're villain or hero, yeah
In the tale about the Precious that you tell to your selves

You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves

Guitar solo (once around)

A gangrel creature, skin and bone
Your will is not your own
Your hands clench, six teeth grind
Think "Precious, soon you’ll be mine"

Whoa, you like to think that you’re the Lord of the Ring, oh, yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you're ruled by the thing, 

You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves
Might as well face it, you’re allergic to Elves