Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot   He was not afraid to die, oh, 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 bowls unplugged   And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off   And his penis split and his      That's, that's enough music for now lads