Brave Sir Robin
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die
O brave Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen
That's, that's, er...enough music for now lads
Looks like there's dirty work afoot
Valiente Sir Robin
Valientemente audaz Sir Robin cabalgó desde Camelot
No tenía miedo de morir
Oh valiente Sir Robin
No tenía en absoluto miedo de ser asesinado de formas desagradables
Valiente, valiente, valiente, valiente Sir Robin!
No le asustaba en lo más mínimo ser convertido en pulpa
O que le sacaran los ojos y le rompieran los codos
Que le partieran las rodillas y quemaran su cuerpo
Y que le cortaran y mutilaran todas sus extremidades, valiente Sir Robin!
Le destrozaron la cabeza y le sacaron el corazón
Y le quitaron el hígado y desenchufaron sus intestinos
Y violaron sus fosas nasales y le quemaron el trasero
Y su pene
Eso es, eso es, eh... suficiente música por ahora muchachos
Parece que hay trabajo sucio en marcha