Help me Bob, I'm bully in the fjiord. Way hay, bully in the fjiord. Help me Bob, I'm bully in the fjiord, Bully down in Val-halla.

As I sharpened up my broadsword, one morning in July.
I met a maid, she axed my haid(head), and now I'm three foot high.
And away, you Hagar, bleeding bragger, O-ho, you norsemaid gals, you want me for a shagger.

I nivver seen the like since I was born, when a big old viking with his helmet on, says Hagar come down to Jorvik, poor old sod. Oh, wake her, oh shake her, oh rape that gal with blue woad on, Hagar come down to Jorvik, poor old sod.
Now, Barnacle, see what you started?
I hope you're satisfied......(goes off, mumbling about interfering busy-bodies and piss takers in general)