Crafter's Paradise (sung to the tune of 'Gangster's Paradise')

Mercutio

As I grab some snow berries from a crate on the shelf

I take a look at my bag space and realize there's nothin' left

Cause I've been mining and chopping so long

That even my hirelings think that my mind is gone

But I ain't never skinned a creature that didn't deserve it

Buy my armor from the guild store you know that's unheard of

I refuse to score my gear from dudes in General hawking

Weighed down with so much crap I get winded walking

Tried moving all this junk over to my different alt's packs

Logged in to find them dead from a suicide pact

The Eight they must either be stupid or maybe just cruel

They can make talking cat-men but forgot to make mules?

Some of you will say 'just buy saddle bags'

I had a beautiful horse, now she's a broken down nag

Got her stomach on the ground from all the ore I hoard

And you don't want to know where the gems are stored

Been spending most my days, praying for inventory space (x4)