I’m in the maid’s chamber, And I’m servin’ the wench. You got a problem with a dragon? I’m comin’ through in the clinch. Don’t need no armor, no we’re not gonna use it All we need is some ale and some hip hop music Forget Sir Gawain with his cautious advances, Surreptitious glances, his chivalric dances; Take the chance that my stance shows just where my lance is. _My_ weapon, your safety enhances. They like their meat fresh, if you know what I mean. Some sweet young thing barely out of her t...