Peasant: Well, another party for the fancy folk that get to bathe once a month. Oh, that reminds me. Did you hear about the knight that got off his high horse?
Galavant: No.
Peasant: Me, neither. [Laughter] Knights suck.
Galavant: They’re not all that bad, are they?
Peasants: Sure, they are! Worse, even!
Your average knight in armor, he’s utterly the pits His ego’s so humongous that his helmet barely fits
He wears two tons of padding and thinks he’s quite the man He’s nothing but a jackass in a fancy metal can
A jackass in a can There’s nothing worser than Some high-and-mighty jackass in a can
Peasant: My master hasn’t had a sip of his grog without my spit in it in years. I’ve got him craving it now. I gave it to him once without, and he said it didn’t taste right.
So what about your knight? As bad as ours?
Galavant: Oh, uh, yeah, sure. There’s all that fame and glory?
Peasant: The smell, though, not so great.
Galavant: And then, those big, long lances.
Peasant: Yeah, to overcompensate.
Galavant: The glamour and swagger?
Peasant: Yeah, I’m really not a fan.
Galavant: He’s quite a-
Peasant: Major dillweed
Galavant: In a fancy metal can
Everyone: A dillweed in a can There’s nothing lamer than
Galavant: A condescending dillweed in a can
Peasants: And who does all the planning? Yeah.
Peasant: Who does all the work?
Galavant: True.
Peasants: Who gets no vacation? Not one pay raise, not one perk
Galavant: Good point.
Peasant: Whose lousy insurance comes without a dental plan?
Galavant: Your average, humble squire?
Everyone: Not the meathead in the can! That jerkface in a can There’s nothing sadder than
Galavant: Some over-muscled, chauvinistic, self-indulgent, egotistic, stingy, prissy, narcissistic