Way back in days of old There was a legend told About a hero known as Galavant Square jaw and perfect hair Cojones out to there There was no hero quite like Galavant
Tough, plus every other manly value Mess with him, he'll disembowel you Yay, he ruled in every way A fairy-tale cliche And people called him Galavant
The man we're speaking of, He had a lady love, And Madalena, she was one fair maiden Long legs and perfect skin A body built for sin With cleavage you could hold a whole parade in
Ah, true love was never this, this ecstatic Nor as wildly acrobatic Yes! He loved her to excess Thrice daily more or less And she'd be screaming, "Galavant!"
One tiny problem soon would arise: Richard, a nearby king of wealth and stature, He watched Madalena, lust in his eyes, And he asked her for her hand Well, more like a demand, Well, more like had his henchmen snatch her
Which brings us to today The royal wedding day No one can stop it now but Galavant Poor Madalena waits Behind King Richard's gates For the arrival of her Galavant
Now, at last, begins our true adventure Epic, wild, a real butt-clencher! So, huzzah and tally ho! Sit back and here we go! Attend the tale of Galavant