Lancer With Your Zancer Lyrics

Lancer With Your Zancer lyrics


When King Arthur sat down,
On the river bank,
He had a mighty
vision,
It really was quite wank.
Lancer with your zancer
Oi,
Arthur,
Come over here,
Take thi sword,
Now fuck off.
Now so off he
went,
Back to see his one and only Gwendoline,
In his hand he held,
His
sword and a pot of Vasele,
He thought it was time,
To try and prove that
he really was a man,
He thought it was quicker
Getting hiome in the back
of a Transit van.
In he walked, up the stairs,
Found his Mrs. wearing
flares,
He was not pleased, you could tell,
He dropped his sword, the
Vaseline fell.
Hey, Arthur, you're my man,
If you can't do it, no-one
can,
I like your sword, it feels so good,
Don't you think we should be
stooo?
Here we go dear, here's my hand,
Let me place it on your
gland,
Come on dear, take my stick,
An with it I'll show you a 
trick
Come on dear, I'm getting angry,
And my zance is becoming
dangly,
Then it' time we ate,
I'll give you your dinner on a
plate.
The sword was needed no more,
So he dropped it onto the
floor,
Into the corner it started to cower,
'Cos his sword was losing
power.
THis is a story that must be told,
To all of you young and
old,
If you're going to use your lancer,
Make sure it's got a big
zancer.