Merry Christmas, oh small cadre of Empire players

Fodder got rolled over by the en'my
Defenses in his country he didn't leave
You might think there's no such thing as bad guys
But as for me and old hands, we believe

He'd been making too much iron
And his civvies wouldn't grow
He forgot to spend his money
And his tech production started way to slow

We sent out all our frigates searching
Find out who is near us, quick and fast
We had the champagne and the hookers
When the power chart showed our neighbor dead end last

Fodder got rolled over by the en'my
Defenses in his country he didn't leave
You might think there's no such thing as bad guys
But as for me and old hands, we believe

He sent us "hi neighbor" telies
And talks for an alliance he would host
He was clueless about those frigates
Mapping out his complete entire coast

We built ships and military
And an infantry or four
We smiled polite and non-committal
And dumped the whole lot right upon his shore

Fodder got rolled over by the en'my
Defenses in his country he didn't leave
You might think there's no such thing as bad guys
But as for me and old hands, we believe

When he signed on the next morning
He'd taken head and body slams
He no longer had a capitol
But he did have several brand new telegrams

He warned all the other fodder
You can't have defenses too strong
There's no way that you can stand up
To they players who have playing this game so long

Fodder got rolled over by the en'my
Defenses in his country he didn't leave
You might think there's no such thing as bad guys
But as for me and old hands, we believe