[Intro: Announcer] In the left corner, straight from the year fifteen hundred In the right corner, the bass that the neighbours all shunned it Let the battle begin [Verse 1: Year 1500] Good morrow, strange fellow, what sorcery is this Thy music doth growl like a dragon's hiss I play my fair lute for the king and his court Thy noise would make horses abandon the fort [Verse 2: Dubstep] Wub wub wub, old man, get with the times Your lute's got four strings and some very old rhymes I drop the bass and the floor caves in Your tights are so tight they're cutting your chin [Verse 3: Year 1500] Fie on thee, robot, thou soundest so ill Like a cart full of pigs rolling down a hill I've a feather in my hat and a pouch full of gold Thy trousers hang low, thou'rt catching a cold [Verse 4: Dubstep] Drop incoming, hold your crown The wobble's so heavy it's pulling you down Your crumhorn honks like a goose in a stew I've got lasers, mate, what have you got, a shoe [Bridge: Both] Hark Wub Huzzah Drop Prithee, good sir, that wobble's rather fine [Final Chorus: Mashup] Lute and laser, side by side Wub and waltz, let it ride Crumhorn screaming, bass on fire Medieval dubstep takes us higher [Outro: Announcer] And the winner is... the court jester
