Can you tell me where I might find the Hydra  Is he wearing a familiar face  Does he still live below Seventh Avenue  With the princess dipped in lace    Does he know that I'm a soldier of fortune  And not a victim of circumstance  We drew lots for his soft underbelly  Now his fate is sealed with my lance    I can tell by the look in your eye  You've never seen the man with nothing to say  I can tell by the look in your eye  You'd better watch yourself  St. George is on his way    Is it true that he's a mighty warrior  And a viper of the first degree  I've been sentenced here to slay the giant  Geld this fear I cannot see    Can you tell me where I might find the Hydra  Is he wearing a familiar face  Does he still live below Seventh Avenue  In the slums of Satan's grace    I can tell by the look in your eye  You've never seen the man with nothing to say  I can tell by the look in your eye  You'd better watch yourself  St. George is on his way