Текст песни 1.01 Timothy Omundson - She'll Be Mine

Galavant,
Galavant,
Blah blah blah blah Galavant.
I want her, need her, crave her, yes, it's true.
But she is not the only thing I desperately want to do.

I want to shoot him with the crossbow.
I want to stab him in the eye.
I want to liberate his head from his neck,
And then punt the bloody wreck sky high

I want to hurl him out a window,
And shove explosives where the sun...don't...shine.
Want to skewer him with swords and slowly twist 'em
All around his reproductive system.
Won't that be divine?
Then she'll be mine.

Gareth: EVERYBODY SING!!

All: Ahhh...
And then you'll do it ev'ry evening
King Richard: Sweet God at last!
All: In ev'ry room on ev'ry floor!
King Richard: Till I can't do it anymore!
Gareth: With no Galavant distracting your bride.
King Richard: We could start a genocidal war!
All: [indistinct]
Man: Wait, what?

King Richard: I'll get back to all my hobbies,
Like raising taxes and tormenting the poor
All: Gosh(?), those poor!
King Richard: No more "Galavant is just complete perfection!"
Gal would never lose his....temper!
Won't that be divine?
And she'll be mine.
All: La la la la!
King Richard: Just mine, all mine!
All: La la la la!
King Richard: Mine, all mine, all mine!

Well, that was gripping.