13 RUN AWAY! LYRICS

 
BRITS
Run away! Run away!

ARTHUR
Run away from the stench and the trenches.

BRITS
Run away! Run away

BEDEVERE
from these horrible, nasty old Frenchies.

ROBIN
These Frogs, with their terrible prattle
are fighting a battle with cattle!

GALAHAD
We're all full of fear,
so let's get out of here.

ALL
Run away, run away, run away!

FRENCHIES
You English are all bugger folk.
Your mothers are all rugger folk.
Your army is a bloody joke.
You couldn't beat an artichoke.

If battle you choose to renew,
we'll taunt you till you all turn blue.
We turn our arses as you part.
In your direction we all fart.

BRITS
Run away! Run away!

ARTHUR
It seems like a helpful solution.

BRITS
Run away! Run away,

ARTHUR
to avoid this French Revolution.

We're stuck in a nasty position.
Why don't you take a short intermission?
Have a drink and a pee.
We'll be back for Act Three.

PATSY
Two, sir.

ARTHUR
Two!

ALL
Run away, run away, run away!