Monk 2: Welcome to our abbey The best in the domain. The order of our father Of perpetual refrain. And we're the monks.
Monks: Hey, hey, we're the monks!
(Galavant: Backstory please? Isabella: Valencian monks all take a vow of singing. Sid: Oh, bravo. Galavant: Kill me..)
Monks: Hey, hey, we're the monks!
Monk 2: Come in if you are weary. There's food if you would dine. Plus thirty one varieties of sacramental wine. And we're the monks.
Monks: Hey, hey, we're the monks! Hmm hmm hmm
Monk 1: Bum ba-dum, bum bum.
Monk 3: I'm the smart one.
Monks: Ahh, Hallelu.
Monk 4: I'm the cute one.
Monks: Boobsydoo.
Monk 5: I'm the shy one.
Monks: Peekaboo.
Monk 1: And I'm the bad boy. But not so bad. 'Cause I'm a monk.
Monks: Bless you, children. Doo doo doo da doo. Doo doo doo da doo.
(Isabella: We seek shelter. Water for our horses, and a bath for my friend)
Monk 2: We'll fetch the holy water. And holy soap as well. 'Cause holy guacamole, that one reeks to holy hell. And we're the monks.
Monks: Hey, hey, we're the monks! Ooh, we-ahh! Jazz hands, yeah!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
