The Mob Song

The beast will make off with your children
He'll come after them in the night
We're not safe 'till his head is mounted on my wall
I say we kill the beast!

We're not safe until he's dead
He'll come stalking us at night
Set to sacrifice our children to his montrous appetite
He'll wreak havok on our village if we let him wander free!

So it's time to take some action boys!
It's time---to---fol---low---me!

Through the mist, through the woods
Through the darkness and the shadows
It's a nightmare but it one exciting ride
Say a prayer, then we're there
At the drawbridge of a castle
And there's something truly terrible inside.

It's a beast, he's got fangs razor sharp ones
Massive paws, killer claws for the feed
Hear him roar, see him foam
But we're not coming home
'Till he's dead, good and dead. Kill the beast.

No! I won't let you do this!

If you're not with us, you're against
Bring the old man!

Get your hands off me!
We can't have them running off to warn the creature
Let us out!
We'll rid the village of this beast, who's with me?
Get your torch, mount you horse
Through your courage to the stinking place.

We're counting on your stud to lead the way
Through a mist to the wood, where we see a haunted castle
Something's lurking that you don't see every day
It's a beast, just as tall as a mountain
We won't rest 'till he's good and deceased
Steady fourth, tally ho! Grab your sword, grab your bow!
Let's get on and here we go!

We'll lay seige to the castle, and bring back his head!
We have to warn the beast. This is all my fault
Oh papa what are we going to do?!
Now, now. We'll think of something
Awwwwww!

We don't like what we don't...
Understand and in fact it scares us
And this monster is mysterious at least
Bring your guns, bring your knives
Save children and and your wives
So save our village and our lives!
Lets kill the beast!

I knew it, i knew it was foolish to get our hopes up
Maybe it would have been better if she'd never come at all
Dog barks
Could it be?
Is it she?
Scara bleu! Invaders!
Encroachers!
And they 'ave the mirror!
Warn the master. If it's a fight they want
We'll be ready for them. Who's with me! Arrrgh!

Take whatever booty you can find, but remember!
The beast is mine!
Find a place, stand aside, we go marching into battle
Unafraid of all the things you just decreed.

Raise the ram, sing this song
Here we come at fifty strong
If fifty frenchmen can be wrong
Let's kill the beast!