When King Arthur sat down,
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On the river bank,
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He had a mighty vision,
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It really was quite wank.
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Lancer with your zancer
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Oi, Arthur,
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Come over here,
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Take thi sword,
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Now fuck off.
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Now so off he went,
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Back to see his one and only Gwendoline,
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In his hand he held,
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His sword and a pot of Vasele,
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He thought it was time,
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To try and prove that he really was a man,
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He thought it was quicker
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Getting hiome in the back of a Transit van.
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In he walked, up the stairs,
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Found his Mrs. wearing flares,
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He was not pleased, you could tell,
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He dropped his sword, the Vaseline fell.
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Hey, Arthur, you're my man,
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If you can't do it, no-one can,
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I like your sword, it feels so good,
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Don't you think we should be stooo?
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Here we go dear, here's my hand,
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Let me place it on your gland,
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Come on dear, take my stick,
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An with it I'll show you a trick
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Come on dear, I'm getting angry,
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And my zance is becoming dangly,
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Then it' time we ate,
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I'll give you your dinner on a plate.
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The sword was needed no more,
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So he dropped it onto the floor,
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Into the corner it started to cower,
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'Cos his sword was losing power.
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THis is a story that must be told,
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To all of you young and old,
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If you're going to use your lancer,
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Make sure it's got a big zancer.
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Lancer With Your Zancer
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| Lawnmower Deth |
