I am a Viking of some note
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Knut's my name and here I float
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Out on the sea in a great big boat
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and I'm the one who beats the drum in time
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To stroke the oars that drive our galleons on
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And while we rowed we had our song
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And we had our god, and it may seem odd
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But at least there was a cause
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Caught a wind and we upped the sail
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Lost two ships when it turned to a gale
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Down went a third when she rammed on a whale
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Though we despaired we could not fail
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And through it all we never faltered
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Late at night I lay on the decke
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Wondering whye I risk my necke
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Picture myselfe in a sinkinge wrecke
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Ande downe I'me goinge notte knowinge whye
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I just can't quite recall the reason why
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It's such a drag to carry on
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But there was a cause, but there was a reason
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If you like I'll be your Viking
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Sit you down to a Nordic meal
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Give you strength that you might wield
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A Viking sword and a Viking shield
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And off we'll sail in mighty ships of yore
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Perhaps we shouldn't let our hands get sore
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We need someone to pull the oars
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And to do the chores
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So we need a cause, so we need a reason why
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(Erik is here!)
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Song of the Viking
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| Todd Rundgren |
