Every farmer, peasant and king alike
Pulling on my rumpeltusk for knåg and fetusland
To see who will be worthy
And slay the dragons with the Bertasword
One by one, they all concede
To draw me from the stone
Until the morning shines on the crack
King Fartur shall be crowned
The one who wields Excalibert
Shall rule forevermore
And sit beside the knights of Karlcelot
Until the end of time
War
Is
Upon us
Draw
The Bertasword
Fight King Fartur
Fight for England
Slay the dragons
Free the maidens
Fight for dragons
Fight the maidens
Slay King Fartur
Free the England
But old man Fartur is old and drunk
And trusty Excalibert was gambled away
Lonely and rusty he sits on a wall
Who will protect England now
Snatched by my buttocks, again likt förbannat
Slurped and mangled and distorted
The wormwhole has other plans for me
The Astro-Bert returns to time