Fighting the List Field
(In the Style of Walking in Memphis)
Put on my big black helmet
And stepped on the field
crossed swords with a knight and a herald true
With a homemade sword and shield
Mr. fighter's Marshal--won't you check my armor please
Yeah I gotta fight like a devil
With a hangover and no sleep
Then I'm fighting a list field
Fighting with my homemade sword and shield
Fighting a list field
But can I really look the way I feel
Heard them boast about it
When I would come around
Followed them up till I got my own gear
Now I'm fighting for the crown
True I've only seen them
a couple of times, maybe one or two
It's a pretty awesome thing
to swear fealty to a king
as you're face down in a cold ball room
Then I'm fighting a list field
Fighting with my homemade sword and shield
Fighting a list field
But can I really look the way I feel
They've got feast on every table
They've got bards to fill the air
the King and the Queen, be glad to see you
If they even know you're there
But they'll know you're there on the list field
Now the fighters are all geared down
It's late and there's lots of brew
And they brought me down to get some
And they asked me If I would--
Tell my battle stories
And I told them all my fights
And they said
Tell me how long you've been fighting
and I said "I just authorized tonight!"
Put on my big black helmet
And stepped on the field
crossed swords with a knight and a herald true
With a homemade sword and shield
Mr. fighter's Marshal--won't you check my armor please
Yeah I gotta fight like a devil
With a hangover and no sleep
Stumble!