[Verse 1]
Mark rolls in at dawn
Foam trays in a box
Tiny shields and helmets
Fresh from the sprue stock
He sets up his lot
With a grin and a nod
"Come on, just look close"
He taps the auction pod
[Pre-Chorus]
One pound, two pound
Hands in the air
Mark leans in hard
Like he knows they're there
[Chorus]
Mere pound, mere pound
Mark says mere pound
Mere pound, mere pound
Take your armies now
(mere pound)
He loves the golden shields
And the Votann crowd
Mere pound, mere pound
Mark says mere pound
[Verse 2]
Robert hits the floor
With a grin so wide
Ork bits in a bag
And a warboss ride
He points at the lot
Like it's crowned in green
Says, "That one needs spikes"
And he laughs obscene
[Pre-Chorus]
Bid up, bid up
Don't let it fall
Robert throws a wink
At the far back wall
[Chorus]
Congratulaaaaaaaaaations
Robert shouts it loud
Congratulaaaaaaaaaations
Right over the crowd
(gotcha now)
He loves the big green boys
And the 40k Orks
Congratulaaaaaaaaaations
Robert shouts it loud
[Bridge]
Mark says, "Mere pound"
Robert says, "Again"
One wants clean lines
One wants mad grin
They trade the gavel
Like a family crown
And the whole room laughs
When the bids come down
[Final Chorus]
Mere pound, mere pound
Mark says mere pound
Congratulaaaaaaaaaations
Robert shouts it loud
Mere pound, mere pound
He loves the Votann crowd
Congratulaaaaaaaaaations
And the Orks break out
(mere pound)
(congratulaaaaaaaaaations)
Mere pound, mere pound
Take your armies now