Sung by the One Ring to Sauron to the tune of the same name by the Police

You consider me as your obsession
You wish me to be in your possession
Desperately you call me not to linger
In your mind I see your empty finger
You have sent your servants seeking Baggins
Far have I come since the fields of Gladden
Elendil’s son took from you of old
What you most desire, a band of gold

Soon I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger

First when I was lost the halfling, Deagal
He found me, but I slew him using Smeagal
Smeagal ran with me under the mountains
Deep he delved and found the river’s fountain

Soon I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger

Now that I’m with Baggins I shall find thee
Halfing will is strong but I am mighty
Closer now to Mordor moving faster
Now his burden, soon I’ll be his master

Then you’ll have me wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
You’ll have me wrapped around your finger
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