From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

The Prancing Pony (by Barry Manilow)  

His name was Strider, he was a Ranger 
With a hood that hid his face and a name that hid his race 
He'd been to Gondor, he'd been to Rohan 
And while he waited to be king, hobbits came in with a ring 
In through the inn-yard door, they came these hobbits four 
And they nervously eyed each other 
Who could ask for more? 
  
At the Pony, the Prancing Pony 
The hottest spot east of Lindon-- he 
Scared 'em at the Pony, the Prancing Pony 
Drinkin'and noshin' were mostly the fashion at the
Pony... 
  
Don't use the Ring. 
  
His name was Frodo, he had the One Ring 
And as he hid amongst the crowd he heard Pippin getting loud 
And so he tried to make a distraction 
But Frodo went a bit too far, he vanished from the bar 
And then the rumors flew, and cups were smashed in two 
There was a crash and the hobbit vanished 
But just who fooled who? 
  
He used the Ring. 
  
Pony, the Prancing Pony 
Pony, the Prancing Pony 
  
Pony, the Prancing Pony 
Strider got scary 
Told them be wary 
Night raids and slashin' had not been the fashion at 
the Pony... 
  
(instrumental interlude to denote the passage of time) 
  
His name is Frodo, he saved the world 
Took on the Dark Lord with his Sam and got the upper hand 
Now it's a free world, but not for Frodo 
Without the ring he used to bear, Frodo sits there in his chair 
And though he's still refined, and drinks a cup of wine 
He lost his ring and he lost his finger 
Nearly lost his mind 
  
Don't use the ring 
Don't use the ring 
Prancing Pony... (fade slowly, like a hobbit)

-- Fool of A Took