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| Way back in days of old, there was a legend told
About a hero known as Galavant!
Square jaw and perfect hair - Cojones out to there -
There was no hero quite like Galavant!
Tough! Plus ev'ry other manly value -
Mess with him, he'd disembowel you!
Yay, he ruled in ev'ry way! A fairy-tale cliché!
And people called him Galavant!
The man we're speaking of, he had a lady love -
A total goddess known as Madalena.
Long legs and glowing skin, a body built for sin.
Plus more than just a touch of Nymphomaniar Ah!
Romance could hardly get much hotter -
All day long, he'd you-know-what her.
Then they'd you know what again, three times or even ten!
And she'd be screaming, "Galavant!"
One tiny problem soon would a rise:
Richard, a nearby king of wealth and stature.
He watched Madalena, lust in his eyes.
And he asked her for her hand! Well, more like a demand.
Well, more like had his hench-men snatch her.
Which brings us to today! The royal wedding dew!
No one can stop it now but Golavant!
Poor Madalena waits, behind King Richard's gates
for the arrival of her Galavant!
Now, at last begins our true adventure —
Epic, wild, a real butt-clencher!
So, huzzah and tally ho! Sit back and here we go!
Attend the tale of Galavant!
ADORO GALAVANT!!!! *-*
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