Sung to the tune of "Aqualung" by Jethro Tull

Camping at Parth Galen
Eyeing Frodo's Ring with bad intent
Rage twisting up his face
Greedy fingers clutching with bad grace
Boromir

Crying in the cold shade
Watching as the frightened hobbit fades
Boromir
Feeling like a dead duck
Aragorn's gonna curse this rotten luck
Oh, Boromir

Bo's feeling cold
And Frodo's wandering lonely
Killing time 'cause he's afraid to leave
Heart hurting bad
As he climbs up Amon Hen
He crawls up on the seat and looks out east

Feeling betrayed
Orc army's on the way
Redemption 'a la Bo and escape for me
Boromir my friend
Now you're making me uneasy
You poor old sod, you've fallen to the Ring

And I still remember
Caradhras' foggy freeze
And the way you fought at Balin's Tomb
Man, you were good to me
But you failed Galadriel's stress test
And tried to steal the Ring
If you could fall, who else is safe from me?
Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhh

(musical interlude)

Deeee dee dee dee,
Dee dee, dee dee, dee dee dee
Dee-dee dee-dee dee-dee, dee dee dee
Boromir my friend
Now you're making me uneasy
You poor old sod, you've fallen to the Ring