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This is a song done — chanted, really — to the tune of "Me Like Hockey" by the Arrogant Worms.  
This is a song done — chanted, really — to the tune of "Me Like Hockey" by the Arrogant Worms.  
Lyrics: Pierce O'Briain and Alric of Crimson Star
Music: Arrogant Worms (sung to the tune of ''Me Like Hockey'')


Me work Hard five days a week,<br>
Me work Hard five days a week,<br>
sweeping garbage from the street.<br>
Sit in office half asleep<br>
Come home not one book to read,<br>
 
not 'nuff pictures for me see.<br>
Waiting for weekend event<br>
Sit right down in favorite chair,<br>
Where my quality time is spent<br>
wearing only underwear.<br>
 
Favorite night is Saturday night,<br>
Warriors fight be brave and bold<br>
'cause me can go to heavy fights.<br>
Must stop when marshal yell hold.<br>
 
Others they use Florentine<br>
They think that two swords look mean<br>
<br>
<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Me like battle.<br>
<br>
If on helm have arrows red<br>
Point tip at you, say "light you dead" <small>(Note: this is a reference to the old light archers that no longer exist)</small> <br>
<br>
Archers shoot arrows at me<br>
Well me no take what me can't see<br>
<br>
Fun to impress ladies fair<br>
Get to flirt with water bearer<br>
<br>
When near ladies am big charmer<br>
But no stand downwind when in armour<br>
<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Me like battle!<br>
ME LIKE BATTLE!<br>
<br>
Armour of aluminum siding<br>
Give me excuse for rhino-hiding<br>
<br>
Most of heavies not in shape<br>
Hold in beer-gut with duct tape.<br>
<br>
<br>
<lots of forgotten lyrics here>
Swing and maim 'til battles end,<br>
Me get bored take shot af friend!<br>
<br>
Me last one standing in same place<br>
Nuts me dead get arrow in face!<br>
<br>
<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight<br>
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight<br>
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight<br>
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight<br>
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight<br>
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight<br>
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight<br>
Let them fight<br>
Let them fight<br>
Let them fight<br>
Let them fight<br>
Let them fight!<br>
Let them fight!<br>
Let them fight!!<br>
LET THEM FIGHT.<br>
Let them fight!!!<br>
LET THEM FIGHT!<br>
Let them!!!!<br>
<br>
Me don't like armour, fight bear-chested<br>
Back hair tought when flea infested.<br>
<br>
Me walk limp cuz me get hurt<br>
Can no more fight so sleep in yurt!<br>
<br>
Me fight in crown to become king.<br>
Than me can do ANYTHING!<br>
<br>
If body not broken and sore,<br>
Back next week for 'nother war.<br>
<br>
Me like battle.<br>
Me like battle!<br>

Revision as of 19:17, 15 November 2025

This is a song done — chanted, really — to the tune of "Me Like Hockey" by the Arrogant Worms.

Lyrics: Pierce O'Briain and Alric of Crimson Star Music: Arrogant Worms (sung to the tune of Me Like Hockey)

Me work Hard five days a week,
Sit in office half asleep

Waiting for weekend event
Where my quality time is spent

Warriors fight be brave and bold
Must stop when marshal yell hold.

Others they use Florentine
They think that two swords look mean

Me like battle.

If on helm have arrows red
Point tip at you, say "light you dead" (Note: this is a reference to the old light archers that no longer exist)

Archers shoot arrows at me
Well me no take what me can't see

Fun to impress ladies fair
Get to flirt with water bearer

When near ladies am big charmer
But no stand downwind when in armour

Me like battle.
Me like battle!
ME LIKE BATTLE!

Armour of aluminum siding
Give me excuse for rhino-hiding

Most of heavies not in shape
Hold in beer-gut with duct tape.

Swing and maim 'til battles end,
Me get bored take shot af friend!

Me last one standing in same place
Nuts me dead get arrow in face!

Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight
Please Mr. Marshal let the fighters fight
Let them fight
Let them fight!
LET THEM FIGHT.
LET THEM FIGHT!

Me don't like armour, fight bear-chested
Back hair tought when flea infested.

Me walk limp cuz me get hurt
Can no more fight so sleep in yurt!

Me fight in crown to become king.
Than me can do ANYTHING!

If body not broken and sore,
Back next week for 'nother war.

Me like battle.
Me like battle!