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
Robin: That's... that's... er... enough music for now lads.
Looks like there's dirty work afoot
Valiente Sir Robin
Valientemente audaz Sir Robin salió de Camelot
No tenía miedo de morir
Oh, valiente Sir Robin
No tenía miedo en absoluto de ser asesinado de maneras repugnantes
¡Valiente, valiente, valiente, valiente Sir Robin!
No estaba en lo más mínimo asustado de ser machacado en una pulpa
O para que le sacaran los ojos y le rompieran los codos
Para que se partieran las rodillas y se quemara el cuerpo
¡Y sus miembros todos hackeados y destrozados, valiente Sir Robin!
Su cabeza se rompió y su corazón se cortó
Y su hígado extirpado y sus intestinos desenchufados
Y sus fosas nasales violadas y su trasero se quemó
Y su pluma
Eso es... eso es... eh... suficiente música para ahora muchachos
Parece que hay trabajo sucio en marcha