Let's get it on like it's fourteen hundred AD
Cuz it is
And I wanna make a baby
Let's have a kid
So he can help me take care of the cattle
And I know that's not romantic
But godammit I'm a vassal
Lemme put an heir in there
Lemme put a son in your stomach
Lemme in that derriere
Lemme put a bun in the oven
Lemme pre-heat that thing
Lemme put some butter on your muffin
We already got a dozen offspring
Lemme make a baker's dozen
Girl I love you but I got a lot to do
Gotta chop firewood gotta gut a goose
So please conceive so we can sleep for a few
If you got some twins in you go ahead and make it two
That's a pair bear fruit
I know that the youngest is two
We can still find him a use
It's hard on the farm
He can throw pebbles at birds
Or maybe gather some fruit
The harvest is large
The workers are few
I wish the farm was as fertile as you
I wish that when we get intimate
It will deliver kids so I got less shit to do
Ooh, Damn
I am yo man but I'm also a yeoman
I got seeds to sow so there's no time for romance
Hear ye hear ye girl I love you dearly
But the local noble takes a quarter of our total yield yearly
Baby I'm a serf I don't got much field realty
I pledged to love you but I also pledged fealty
You my lady I'm yo liege
Please
Let me storm yo keep
Got the sword for your sheath
Hope yo portcullis clean
Let's conceive
That'd be great
Spread yo legs
Like the plague
Put some me
In yo eggs
Then let's sleep
On this hay