Galavant,
Galavant,
Blah blah blah blah Galavant.
I want her, need her, crave her, yes, it's true.
But she is not the only thing I desperately want to do.
I want to shoot him with the crossbow.
I want to stab him in the eye.
I want to liberate his head from his neck,
And then punt the bloody wreck sky high
I want to hurl him out a window,
And shove explosives where the sun...don't...shine.
Want to skewer him with swords and slowly twist 'em
All around his reproductive system.
Won't that be divine?
Then she'll be mine.
Ahhh...
And then you'll do it ev'ry evening
Sweet God at last!
In ev'ry room on ev'ry floor!
Till I can't do it anymore!
With no Galavant distracting your bride.
We could start a genocidal war!
I'll get back to all my hobbies,
Like raising taxes and tormenting the poor
Bless those poor!
No more "Galavant is just complete perfection!"
Gal would never lose his....temper!
Won't that be divine?
And she'll be mine.
La la la la!
Just mine, all mine!
La la la la!
Mine, all mine, all mine!
Well, that was gripping.
