Lyrics: The war'n true a party and he can't turn gay(L) De prison man was there and begung two veil The man doodeejump a doo a jump a yell, two, swing! You shouldoh herds dose clanking on old teddybirds sing "Le's rock!" Löuuueeeet's rock! Everybadeh, wholesale block! Warts dance two deh jeilhaus rights Spiderman put on his hat and saxophone Little Joan on the klämmtrombone The dunderboy went tschuss, boom, bam! You was written- say the words- gun "let's rock" Lllllleeeeeet's rock (MMMMMMMMMM) Erbadeh, wholesale block! Was dance 2 de jeilhaus right Num fourseven say number threeeeehhh "You cuust yellerbird I evve did see" I'm sure boo belay'd cumpan-E Come and do jeilhouse rock widd me! Let's rock! Leeeeeet's rock! (MMMMMMMMM) Everehbadeh, wholesale block! Was dance to deh jeilhaus rights
Rewatching the scene once more, you notice all the small details. The green cinema light shining on anything reflective, Merlin telling the future King what to do, the flicker of the Uther's sword letting Cornwall know the alternative to truce, the boast of a drunk medieval executive over a table loaded with foods that cause gout (and spilling wine before the king no less). Really well produced and directed!
I love the way that the centurion has carefully chosen the list of offenders to avoid Pilate's inability to pronounce R's, only to find that he's invitied Biggus Dickus with a lisp.
