When I am bored and the day seems quite dead,
I hide all the duct tape and turn down the bed,
I jump in and wait without making a sound,
'Cause if Gabe can't make weapons then bed's where he's bound.
Hus, Hus, I love a Hus,
I've never had anything quite like a Hus,
I've had many lovers,
My life has been loose,
But I've never had anything good as a Hus!
I've tried it with all kinds of fighters and such,
Knights are okay but their spurs hurt too much,
I've had me a Seneschal, a Fyrdman, a champ,
But it takes a real Huscarl to light up my lamp!
Hus, Hus, I love a Hus,
I've never had anything quite like a Hus,
I've had many lovers,
My life has been loose,
But I've never had anything good as a Hus!
The Horde might be fine for a Saturday night,
I hear Laurels and Pelicans they put up a fight,
Give me sweaty armor and a big surly snarl,
It's good if it's grimy with a dirty Huscarl!
Hus, Hus, I love a Hus,
I've never had anything quite like a Hus,
I've had many lovers,
My life has been loose,
But I've never had anything good as a Hus!
Now I always knew Gabe would make Iren-Hyrd,
'Cause he's always in armor and he's got a nice beard.
But two final points made induction complete,
He never speaks French and he sure likes to eat!
Final Chorus:
Hus, Hus, I love my Hus!
Never had anything quite like my Hus,
Never mind many lovers,
Never mind being loose,
You'll never have anything quite like my Hus!