| I have come with my sword Naegling
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| And the usual aches and pains
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| To defeat Grendel, the monster
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| Lately scourge of the Danes
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| Showing no mercy in the mead hall
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| He laid waste thirty thanes
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| In return I will chop off his shoulder
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| Then I will deal with his mother
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| Where is the disabled loo?
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| I’m feeling slightly queasy, woozy
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| So would you if you’d had to do
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| The things I’ve had to do
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| Slay the good, slay the bad
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| Do I have the right to use the disabled loos?
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| Did they send the right man from the land of heroes?
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| Stop laughing, I am Beowulf
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| I give you my oath, as I was born
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| I am Beowulf
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| I am the hero coming to save you
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| I am deformed
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| Cancer gubbins that hangs at my neck like a turkey throat
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| Swaddling leather trussing up a shrivelled belly bloat
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| Dangling from my orifice is a puzzling speculum drip
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| If you promise not to tell anyone I have a hare lip
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| A smoking hole and a very large mole
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| My face it slithers, my ears are torn
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| Don’t laugh, I am deformed
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| Stop laughing, I am Beowulf
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| I give you my oath, as I was born
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| I am Beowulf
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| I am the hero coming to save you
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| I am deformed
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| So go ahead, laugh, you won’t be the first
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| Richard the Hundredth, the Hunchback laughed
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| Henry Dalrymple the simpleton convulsed with mirth
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| At this sick rubber joke my bones as they poke out of a hole in my skin
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| At this helplessly flailing mutant apalling prosthetic thalydomide limb
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| Have a good laugh while you’re at it at my schlong
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| My metallic foot brace it scratches and drags
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| I dribble down a twig
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| I twitch along the ground
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| My Breugel boots they beggar belief
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| I have the stinky shanks of a hound
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| My patchy moustache hides a birthmark
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| I have come to save Denmark
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| Stop laughing, I am Beowulf
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| I give you my oath, as I was born
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| I am Beowulf
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| I am the hero I’ve come to save you
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| And I am deformed |