Spaga - The Disco Biscuits

Here, free to part

Just to sing you a lullaby

Of Spaga, the Intifada

His souvenir, the dragon’s eye

FIRE breathes the dragon

Tooth for tooth

And eye for eye

The knight in shining armor

The fair maiden, his battle cry

And with a prayer

For the maiden

Who would then lay him

So with his valour

He would soon tower

The Dragon’s lair

Spaga’s emerged in victory

Slain the beast for all to see

And the little knights courage knew to end

As he danced and dodged about the dragon’s den

Avoiding fire breath and razor claws

Till the mighty dragon made his fatal flaw

When he turned to check the maiden’s cell

Spaga thrust his sword with a terrific yell (alt. and sent him straight to hell)

The maiden saw Spaga standing tall

As he watched the beast take his final fall

His sword illuminated as the smoke cleared

He told her firmly «come my dear»

So what then of the true reward

Said Spaga coyly as he sheated his sword

Anything you wish I ask of thee

Hand in hand immersed in glee