Long ago in days of old

There lived a knight who

Wasn't quite as bold

As a knight should be



He rode an old grey mare called Bess

Searchin' for a damsel in distress

Just to see if he

Could set her free



See the knight in rusty armour ride

To her aid

Trusty sword is hanging at his side

With a rusty blade



Up the tower steps he sneaked

But as he moved

His rusty armour squeaked

Such a mournful note



And all the sentries at their posts

Thought it must have been the castle ghost

They jumped for their lives

In the moat



So the knight in rusty armour won

His fair maid

Had no need to draw his trusty sword

With a rusty blade



As he bent to kiss his bride

He found that he was

Rusted up inside

In his battle dress

And I can't guess



How they still got ma