Roderick's Cavalier's - By Lord "The" Roderick Temple of the Ducal House Summer Oak, Filk to "Barrett's Privateers"

My persona's 1648, How I wish I was in period now, But they say my garb is much too late, Won't let me past the tourney gate

Chorus: God damn the BOD, I was told, We're fine until King James' head rolled in '49, plus one more year, But they saw my lace and called me Queer, That's the last of Roderick's Cavalier

Oh they took me to a lass 18, How I wish I was in period now With a key of gold and a baldric green, and the scummiest garb I've ever seen

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She reached into her bag of tricks, How I wish I was in period now, Said "You in Viking garb I'll fix, with curtains from a Motel 6."

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I traded in my velvet tights, How I wish I was in period now For a fake-fur bearskin orange bright, and now I'm dressed just like a Knight

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