Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, oh, brave Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off
And his penis split and his That's, that's enough music for now lads
