| Oh Gareth I try so hard to please her
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| I invade a kingdom for a jewel, I respect her vow of chastity
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| and yet every day I have to hear it over and over again
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| Galavant
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| Galavant
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| Blah blah blah blah
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| Galavant!
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| I want her need her crave her yes it’s true
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| But she is not the only thing I desperately want to do
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| I want to shoot him with a crossbow
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| I want to stab him in the eye
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| I want to liberate his head from his neck
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| and then punt the bloody wreck sky high
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| I want to hurl him out a window
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| And shove explosives where the sun don’t shine
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| want to skewer him with swords
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| then slowly twist em all around his reproductive system
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| won’t that be divine?
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| Then she’ll be mine
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| (And then you’ll do it every evening)
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| Sweet God, at last!
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| (In every room on ev’ry floor)
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| Till I can’t do it anymore!
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| And with no Galavant distracting your bride
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| We could start a genocidal war!
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| I’ll get back to all my hobbies
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| Like raising taxes and tormenting the poor
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| (Curse those poor)
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| No more «Galavant is just complete perfection!»
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| Gal would never lose his
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| temper!
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| Won’t that be divine?
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| And she’ll be mine…
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| Juse mine all mine…
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| Mine all mine all mine |