So, Stop The High King, Stop The High Kingn, Stop The High King, Stop The
High King, Stop The High King, Stop The High King,
Stop that Broyan
How?
Nab him! Jab him! Tab him! Send the bat in!
Stop that Broyan
Now!
You Fazzur, stop sneaking it's not worth the chance,
For you'll be returned by the seat of your pants!
And magicians, you invent me a reaching moon rite,
That catches that Broyan, or I lose my job!
So, Stop The High King, Stop The High King, Stop The High King, Stop The High
King, Stop The High King, Stop The High King
Stop that Broyan
How?
Nab him! Jab him! Tab him! Send the bat in!
Stop that Broyan
Now!
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