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With armor and sword...you're training for weeks
This game we play...is not for the meek.
Every belt that I face...is bright, shiney red,
But I can't stop 'til the last one is dead
You kill Sixteen Squires, and whadda you get?
Another day older and you ain't belted yet.
Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go...
I would leave without a red-belted torsoooo(doo...dooo...dooo)
The road to Knighthood...has got many steps.
Seems everybody's running and I ain't walking yet.
Follow the rules...and play by the book...
It ain't no good 'til someone gives you a look
Well you've tried everything...without any luck
Now find the nearest Knight...and try "sucking up"...
Prove that his belt...is all your desire...
By chopping wood and cooking meals and building his fires
You kill Sixteen Squires, and whadda you get (WHAM!)
Another concussion and you ain't belted yet
Saint Peter, don't you call me, cause I can't go,
I won't leave without a red-belted torsoooooo (repeat original chorus)
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