Well our girlfriends up and left us cold
In the middle of the Pennsic War
And left us stranded in the middle of the field
And we thought it a crashing bore
We had nothing with us but what we'd brought
Our cars and our camping gear
A box of condoms and some toys
And a warm six-pack of beer
Refrain:
So grab your pants, find your socks
Brush your teeth with a comb
If you can't get laid at the Pennsic War
You might as well go home
So we went back to our lonely camp
And we spent a h**** night
Then we all lined up at the showers and
We washed in the morning light
We dressed up in our finest clothes
Our swords had sheaths at hand
And we went off hunting maidenheads
A happy, h**** band
Refrain
The very first lady that we found
She was a d****ss bold
She said she had no maidenhead
But her camp was down the road
So we took her back to her jolly old camp
Her maidenhead to find
She gave her all to help our search
From Vespers to Compline
Refrain
The very next camp that we came to
The ladies had gone mad
Their lords had joined Blue Feather
And that was all they had
Our armor proved out bullet-proof
Our weapons worked as well
Their lords they thanked us long and loud
For saving them from Hell
Refrain
Camp by camp we worked our way
Just to see who we could lay
The legends that we left behind
Were a Roman holiday
For now the ladies seek us out
For to take their troubles on
And be their bedmates thru the night
Whene're their lords are gone
Refrain
How can we not take up this task
To serve our ladies' need
How can we leave them all alone
When we hear them beg and plead?
We spent our time at the War in bed
We had 'em by threes and fives!
And we gotta say this was a War
We'd hoped for all our lives!
So grab your pants, find your socks
Brush your teeth with a comb
If you can't get laid at the Pennsic War
If your s** life is a crashing bore
And all you can find is a two-bit .... [WHAT?!]
Well ..............
You might as well go home!
In the middle of the Pennsic War
And left us stranded in the middle of the field
And we thought it a crashing bore
We had nothing with us but what we'd brought
Our cars and our camping gear
A box of condoms and some toys
And a warm six-pack of beer
Refrain:
So grab your pants, find your socks
Brush your teeth with a comb
If you can't get laid at the Pennsic War
You might as well go home
So we went back to our lonely camp
And we spent a h**** night
Then we all lined up at the showers and
We washed in the morning light
We dressed up in our finest clothes
Our swords had sheaths at hand
And we went off hunting maidenheads
A happy, h**** band
Refrain
The very first lady that we found
She was a d****ss bold
She said she had no maidenhead
But her camp was down the road
So we took her back to her jolly old camp
Her maidenhead to find
She gave her all to help our search
From Vespers to Compline
Refrain
The very next camp that we came to
The ladies had gone mad
Their lords had joined Blue Feather
And that was all they had
Our armor proved out bullet-proof
Our weapons worked as well
Their lords they thanked us long and loud
For saving them from Hell
Refrain
Camp by camp we worked our way
Just to see who we could lay
The legends that we left behind
Were a Roman holiday
For now the ladies seek us out
For to take their troubles on
And be their bedmates thru the night
Whene're their lords are gone
Refrain
How can we not take up this task
To serve our ladies' need
How can we leave them all alone
When we hear them beg and plead?
We spent our time at the War in bed
We had 'em by threes and fives!
And we gotta say this was a War
We'd hoped for all our lives!
So grab your pants, find your socks
Brush your teeth with a comb
If you can't get laid at the Pennsic War
If your s** life is a crashing bore
And all you can find is a two-bit .... [WHAT?!]
Well ..............
You might as well go home!