A cold chill runs round the table tonight, everyone bawls out his name
A ruined conversation, and it looks like he's to blame,
Perhaps he's stumbling round and looking terrified,
Didn't go to well, but at least he tried.

You've fought for Love, achieved Glory
Be the Knight we all want you to be,
But then it all goes knockers-up
And well we know...
Nearby there's Bo!

Damn it Bo!
Damn it Bo!
You can't do that stuff any more
Damn it Bo!
Damn it Bo!
Now the outlook's looking poor.
I don't care, what you've got to say
We're Novarion...
Your wife's gonna poison you anyway