Tune: You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling
Words by Fernando Vergil, Fred Leiner, and Jeff Howe
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 (turkey)
But squire, the marshals all know it
Chorus:
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 (turkey)
‘Cause squire, I’m tired of trying
Chorus
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 (turkey) Squire (turkey)
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