Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Noobe
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the Dota just like a ringing a bell

He used to carry his PC in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Farming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

His mother told him "Someday you will be Puppey,
And you will be the leader of a big old team.
Many people coming from miles around
To see you play your Dota when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Noobe tonight."