When I was a boy of three,
My mom took me to the library
Saw me a picture book of a knight,
Hackin' like hell, gonna win him a fight.
Then I joined the S.C.A.
I learned new games that I could play
Walk around in a shirt of mail
Swingin' a broadsword and packin' a flail.
Tell me, what kind of fools are these
Who get up early on Saturd'ys
Saracens--Mongols--Vikings--and Celts
Fightin' each other and takin' their welts.
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Earli in the morning.
Make your helm from a Freon can
And a broadsword from a piece of rattan
Gauntlets, cup and a plywood shield
Next thing you know, you're on the field.
Get out from the shield you cower behind
And keep this object ever in mind:
Drive your opponent from the field
Kill him outright, or make him yield.
You fight near and you fight far
But it doesn't matter how good you are
You come home and you're black and blue,
For the other guy's always better than you.
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Earli in the morning.
When I was a boy of three,
My mom took me to the library
Saw me a picture book of a knight,
Hackin' like hell, gonna win him a fight.
Then I joined the S.C.A.
I learned new games that I could play
Walk around in a shirt of mail
Swingin' a broadsword and packin' a flail.
Tell me, what kind of fools are these
Who get up early on Saturd'ys
In a gym or a college lawn
For glory, and honor, and bruises, LAY ON!
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Ooay, up the Midrealm
Earli in the morning.