You never close your eyes any more when I hit your helm,
You've been beat upon by knights of a dozen realms;
You're trying hard not to show it (squire),
But squire, the marshals all know it.
You've lost all sense of feeling,
All sense of feeling,
That blow should have you reeling,
But it's tip, glance, light blow-wo-wo-oh.
There's no acknowledgement in your eyes when my blows land true
And your mangled helm shows the world what you're coming to;
You know I just feel like dying (squire),
'Cause squire, I'm tired of trying.
You've lost all sense of feeling,
All sense of feeling,
That blow should have you reeling,
But it's tip, glance, light blow-wo-wo-oh.
Squire, squire, I'd get down on my knees to you,
If you would only take the blows like you used to do;
We had a bout, a bout, a bout that took all day,
So don't, don't, don't shrug my blows away.
Squire (squire), squire (squire),
I'm begging you please, please, please,
Please take that blow, It's good, I know,
Please take that blow, It's good, I know...
Bring back your sense of feeling,
Your sense of feeling,
Bring back your sense of feeling,
No more tip, glance, light,
Or you should not fight any more.
Bring back your sense of feeling,
Marshals' courts aren't appealing,
Bring back your sense of feeling,
No more tip, glance, light blow-wo-wo-oh.