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