[Verse 1: Power-metal male lead, high ringing power-metal tenor over galloping drums] Nine summers at the faire and I been shovelin' the stable Polishin' the champion's steel and haulin' turkey to the table Sir Brandon gets the glory and the roses from the stand I get hay down in my boots and a blister on my hand Every joust is written down and every fall is in the script Brandon wins at noon and four, and the visitor gets tipped Saturday he calls in sick from a little too much mead And the owner looks at me and says the squire's gonna lead So they strap me into Brandon's steel, it's two sizes too wide And the paper says I fall off on the third and final ride [Hook: Power-metal male lead, full galloping drums, huge power-metal hook] Call me fair game at the faire, come and knock me off the steed Nine summers with a shovel, now the glory's all I need Raise the lance and raise the banner, hear the whole grandstand roar I'm fair game, and I ain't fallin' anymore [Verse 2: Power-metal male lead, faster, galloping power-metal flow] The visitor's a mountain from a faire across the state Black Knight of the circuit and he's never once been late He leans down through the visor and he says kid, here's the deal Third pass you hit the dirt and you make the children squeal First pass we both glance off while the people eat their pie Second pass I hold my seat and I look him in the eye And I think about nine summers and the horse that bit my ear And I tighten up my grip and tell the horse, not here [Hook: Power-metal male lead, full galloping drums, huge power-metal hook] Call me fair game at the faire, come and knock me off the steed Nine summers with a shovel, now the glory's all I need Raise the lance and raise the banner, hear the whole grandstand roar I'm fair game, and I ain't fallin' anymore [Break: Power-metal male lead, lance shatter, the lance splinters on the shield with a crack, the band hits one huge chord, then the gallop rides back in] Third pass, lower the tip, here comes the steel, here comes the hit Crack, the lance is kindling and the Black Knight's in the dirt Children screamin', owner screamin', and the script is on the ground Brandon's watchin' from the turkey tent with a drumstick and a frown [Final Hook: Power-metal male lead, full galloping drums, huge power-metal hook] Call me fair game at the faire, come and knock me off the steed Nine summers with a shovel, now the glory's all I need Raise the lance and raise the banner, hear the whole grandstand roar I'm fair game, and I ain't fallin' anymore [Outro: Power-metal male lead, triumphant, the gallop rides out] Next summer Brandon shovels, and the horse can bite him instead [End]
