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