Lyrics:
Cleese
SIR GALAHAD : Michael Palin
SIR ROBIN : Eric Idle
GOD : ???
FRENCH GUARD : John Cleese
MINSTREL : ???
LEFT HEAD : Terry Jones
MIDDLE HEAD : Graham
The Angel of the Holy Grail saw Galahad come riding,
So he took the Holy Grail off the shelf.
And inside the Holy Chapel made for Holy Grail
We had a game, I called her Guenevere
And she would always call me Galahad
I was her king, she was my queen, my Guenevere
The days were warm,
for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So, please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained
for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So, please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained
the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass, stain bright color
Image going
Sweet Sir Galahad
Came in through the window
In the night when
The moon was in the yard.
He took her hand in his
And shook the long hair
sweep you off your feet with dazzling treasure.
Shower you with spices from exotic lands.
I wanna be your Galahad in shining armor,
I'll win you
selling, she don't need -- she already got it free
your boat struck something deep, now you're trying to save the sea
You ain't Sir Galahad, she ain't your
the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image
-Ó, tónak úrnője, fedd fel e hitetlen, Denis előtt, hogy létezel!
-Fú, bammeg!
Jer velem, jer velem, jer velem szép, Galahad! Arthur
the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image
selling she don't need;
she already got it free
Your boat struck something deep
now you're trying to save the sea
You ain't Sir Galahad - she ain't
Galahad his bastard son
Battles soon for him to fight
Blessed his youthful son a knight.
Arthur and the knights marvelous stone
Floating upon the river
the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round
Round smoke glass stain bright color
Image going
staying solid
Words flowing steady ain't got no more problems with the clotting
Ain't no Galahad
Fuck chasing grails I'm chasing Jack
Fuck a backpack I'm
In the Nine Kingdoms
Upon the death of Lord Tredd Armaugh, the principal advisor to King Galahad, the village of Ulric rests in despair.
Failed
elfoglalják helyüket a kerekasztal körül.
Ott volt a kissé szeles Sir Bedevere, az átkozottul jóképű Sir Galahad, a közveszélyesen bátor Sir Lancelot, és
some “oh's”
Prim and proper ladies have needs too
c little lust can make her dreams come true
Bidding time is such a drag
While waiting for Sir Galahad
wherever you please
You all rap a story, you tell that glorious
Galahad's gallop is near
But your lies can't deceive me
I know that you'll leave me
of the lake
said Galahad's not around
and when I asked her about you,
said you left for familiar ground.
An overstayed welcome
struck away my sense
Broke down
Sweet Sir Galahad
came in through the window
in the night when
the moon was in the yard.
He took her hand in his
and shook the long hair
You're a white knight, I'm a dark horse
Oh Galahad, I want to be yours
I'll meet you out behind the oxen's shed
And recite thirteen poems running
towards thy foe, who, being
Naughty in My sight, shall snuff it"
Amen
Amen
Right! One! two! five! GALAHAD:
Three, sir!
Three! (angels sing, boom)
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