I was arcane, for a while, And all I did was spam one button.
Arcane blast, and it was over,
The mobs were dead and I, I felt empty.

My spec, it was strong, but my hands were far to weak,
To spam, one thing, without cramp in my pinky.

But there's a spec, I have, that I never knew, never knew,
Arcane for so long, Never had a clue, had a clue,
All the raids I've been, fire mages would always win...

So I went Fire on mage,
I threw mobs into my flames,
Well they burned while I smiled,
As the flames ran wild across the ground, the ground.

When I Scorch, [bad word]  
I know right? It's such fun.
Fire blast, in your face,
Slow fall, Fireball, nothing is better.

Cuz there's a spec, I have, that I never knew, never knew,
Arcane for so long, Never had a clue, had a clue,
All the raids I've been, fire mages would always win...

So I went Fire on mage,
I threw mobs into my flames,
Well they burned while I smiled,
As the flames ran wild across the ground, the ground.

I went Fire on mage,
And I threw mobs into my flames,
Well they burned while I smiled,
As the flames ran wild across the ground, the ground.

Sometimes I remember arcane,
Spamming one key was hard back in the day,
Even now when I'm throwing my flames,
I can't help myself from thinking about arcane...

I went Fire on mage,
I threw mobs into my flames,
Well they burned while I smiled,
As the flames ran wild across the ground, the ground.

I went Fire on mage,
And I threw mobs into my flames,
Well they burned while I smiled,
As the flames ran wild across the ground, the ground.