Verse 1: In armor bright, the knight does ride, Upon his steed, with pomp and pride, Yet alas, he lacks the battle wit, When fighting's tough, he's quite unfit. Pre-Chorus: His sword as heavy as a stone, He stumbles through the fray alone, Entangled in his own shield's grip, A hero in distress, that's his script. Chorus: Oh, the bumbling knight of Runkelstein, His helm sits crooked, it's always been, He fights and fumbles, but never wanes, A valiant fool in clanking chains. Verse 2: The foes rush in with speed and might, But he gets lost within the fight, Loses his sword and loses heart, Glory's far, that's his chart. Pre-Chorus: Tripping over his own boot, Running wild amidst the loot, Confusing foes with every stride, No swordplay, just a great divide. Chorus: Oh, the bumbling knight of Runkelstein, His helm sits crooked, it's always been, He fights and fumbles, but never wanes, A valiant fool in clanking chains. Bridge: But then he spots a maiden fair, Amidst the battle's frantic air, He rushes in, stumbles and falls, Yet saves her with a grin and calls. Verse 3: The battle ends, the victory's near, But no one knows how he got here, The bumbling knight of Runkelstein, Is hailed as hero, so fine and keen. Chorus: Oh, the bumbling knight of Runkelstein, His helm sits crooked, it's always been, He fights and fumbles, but never wanes, A valiant fool in clanking chains.
