"Fetchez la vache!"
The Cow is catapulted from the French castle, landing on Patsy.
Robin
Run away!
Galahad
Run away!
Bedevere
Run away!
Patsy
Run away!
All
Run away!
Brits
Run away, run away
Arthur
Run away from the stench and the trenches
Brits
Run away, run away
Bedevere
From these horrible nasty old Frenchies
Robin
These frogs with their terrible prattle
Are fighting a battle with cattle!
Galahad
We'll all full of fear, so let's get out of here
All
Run away! Run away! Run away!
Frenchies
You English are all bugger folk
Your mothers are all rugger folk
Your army is a bloody joke
You couldn't beat an artichoke
If battle you choose to renew
We'll taunt you till you all turn blue
We turn our arses as you part
In your direction we all fart
Taunter
Fetchez les Can-Can dancers!
Brits
Run away! Run away! Run away!
Run, run, run, run, run, run away!
Run away! Run away! Run away!
Run away!
Run away, run away
Arthur
It seems like a helpful solution
Brits
Run away, run away
Arthur
To avoid this French Revolution
We're stuck in a nasty position
Why don't you take a short intermission
Have a drink and a pee
We'll be back for Act Three
Patsy
Two, sir.
Arthur
Two.
All
Run away, run away, run away, run away, run away
Run run run run run away, run away!
Composers: Eric Idle & John Du Prez
Lyrics Writer: Eric Idle
Originally From: Spamalot
