Twas with a legg of turkey between my lips
as trumpets call out the mighty and brave.
Stallions carry riders to fame
or death
on this day of jousting
at the Fest.
Swig your ale,
and raise your fists
in triumphant jubilation
as your rider boasts the victory to be.
We wont go down without a fight,
on this day of jousting and defeat.
Hip, hip, Huzzah!
Hip, hip, Huzzah!
The crowd screams in delight
as impaled our foe becomes.
Death be conquered, righteousness prevails
on the field of battle
as points crown the only true One.
Huzzah, ye wankers, Huzzah!
