Written about Pippin after an anvil fell from the upper floors of a tavern and landed on his head. Pippin was 18 at the time.
—Verse— In the corner sat a halfling stout With a grin so wide the gods turned out Pippin Tangle-Toes The tale unfolds With a mug in hand and a heart of gold
—Chorus— An anvil fell Two stories high The crowd screamed loud Thought he’d surely die But Pippin stood With his ale in tow “Another round for all Let the spirits flow!”
—Verse 2— The barkeep stared His jaw agape As Pippin laughed Not a scratch on his nape “I’ve been through worse now pour me one more” And now we make his story heard
—Pre-chorus— His voice rang clear Like a bell in the night “Drink up my friends To a clucking good night!”
—Chorus— An anvil fell Two stories high The crowd screamed loud Thought he’d surely die But Pippin stood With his ale in tow “Another round for all Let the spirits flow!”
—Bridge— Some say he’s blessed by gods unknown Others think his skull’s made o’ stone But there’s no doubt he is Pippin the Stout pippin the stout