Someday I may just trade
my mind in for a *****
a fool's crusade I'll undertake,
a dragon shall I slay

And with it's scaly hide,
I'll fashion boots so fine
the nobles shall tremble with fear
whenever I walk by

Outside the city gates
my enemies shall quake
their ranks I'll decimate
their heads shall sit on pikes

Of women, gold, and ale
I will then take my pick
the choicest and the best
to hell with all the rest

My years shall be so kind
with scores of concubines
my darling wife and queen
shall bear me children five

George, Ringo,, John, and Paul
I will give names to all
the last one I'll detest
him Elton shall I call

And when my kingdom's crumbling
and minstrels sing sad tales
I'll slay some other stupid beast
then gladly drink my ale