Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Constitutional Peasant, artist - Monty Python. Album song The Final Rip Off, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1986
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Constitutional Peasant |
| Arthur: Old woman! |
| Dennis: MAN! |
| Arthur: Man, sorry. |
| What knight lives in that castle over there? |
| Dennis: I’m 37. |
| Arthur: What? |
| Dennis: I’m 37, I’m not old! |
| Arthur: Well, I can’t just call you «man». |
| Dennis: You could say «Dennis». |
| Arthur: I didn’t know you were called Dennis. |
| Dennis: Well you didn’t bother to find out, did you? |
| Arthur: I did say I’m sorry about the «old woman"thing, but from behind you |
| looked… |
| Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treatin' me like an inferior. |
| Arthur: Well, I am king. |
| Dennis: Oh, king, eh? |
| Very nice. |
| And how’d you get that, eh? |
| By exploiting the |
| workers! |
| By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the |
| economic and social differences in our society! |
| If there’s ever going to be any |
| progress… |
| Dennis' Mother: Dennis, Dennis, there’s some lovely filth down here! |
| Oh. |
| How’d you do? |
| Arthur: How do you do, good lady? |
| I am Arthur, king of the Britons. |
| Whose castle is that? |
| Dennis' Mother: King of the who? |
| Arthur: The Britons. |
| Dennis' Mother: Who are the Britons? |
| Arthur: Well, we are. |
| You are all Britons and I am your king. |
| Dennis' Mother: I didn’t know we had a king. |
| I thought we were an autonomous |
| collective. |
| Dennis: You’re fooling yourself. |
| We’re living in a dictatorship! |
| A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes… |
| Dennis' Mother: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again! |
| Dennis: But that’s what it’s all about! |
| If only people would realise… |
| Arthur: Please, please, good people. |
| I am in haste. |
| Who lives in that castle? |
| Dennis' Mother: No one lives there. |
| Arthur: Then who is your lord? |
| Dennis' Mother: We don’t have a lord. |
| Arthur: What?! |
| Dennis: I told you. |
| We’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune. |
| We take it in turns |
| to act as sort-of-executive officer for the week… |
| Arthur: Yes. |
| Dennis: … But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a |
| special biweekly meeting… |
| Arthur: Yes, I see. |
| Dennis:… by a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs… |
| Arthur: Be quiet. |
| Dennis:… but by a two thirds majority, in the case of more major — |
| Arthur: Be quiet! |
| I order you to be quiet! |
| Dennis' Mother: Order, eh? |
| Who does he think he is? |
| Arthur: I am your king! |
| Dennis' Mother: Well I didn’t vote for you. |
| Arthur: You don’t vote for kings! |
| Dennis' Mother: How’d you become king, then? |
| Arthur: The Lady of the Lake,… her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, |
| held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine |
| Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. |
| THAT is why I am your king! |
| Dennis: Listen. |
| Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis |
| for a system of government. |
| Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from |
| the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. |
| Arthur: Be quiet! |
| Dennis: You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some |
| watery tart threw a sword at you! |
| Arthur: Shut up! |
| Dennis: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some |
| moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away! |
| Arthur: Shut up! |
| Will you shut up?! |
| Dennis: Ah, now we see the violence |
| inherent in the system! |
| Arthur: Shut up! |
| Dennis: Oh! |
| Come and see the violence inherent in the system! |
| HELP, HELP, |
| I’M BEING REPRESSED! |
| Arthur: BLOODY PEASANT! |
| Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway. |
| Did you hear that? |
| Did you hear that, eh? |
| That’s what I’m on about! |
| Did you see him repressing me? |
| You saw it, |
| didn’t you? |