Bravely bold Sir Buka
Rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Buka.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Buka.
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 Buka.
His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his penis
"That's, that's enough music for now lads, there's dirty work afoot."
Brave Sir Buka ran away.
("No!")
Bravely ran away away.
("I didn't!")
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
("I never!")
Yes, brave Sir Buka turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
("You're lying!")
Swiftly taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the brave, Sir Buka!
Oh, sure, only tell part of Brave Sir Buka's legacy.
I nearly fought the fierce dragon of Angnor!
Almost stood up to the vicious chicken of Bristol!
Wet myself at the battle of Baden Hill!
And just because I didn't know the capital of Assyria, I get tossed into the Gorge of Eternal Peril? Who does the Bridgekeeper think he is, Alex Trebek?
We never should have left the Castle Anthrax. We should still be granting the wishes of the naughty Zoot and her sister Dingo. Ripped off we were.
Gadzooks.