Knightmare parody of 'Centerfold' by The J. Geils Band


How she walked, how she talked
When she'd come to greet
My winsome, buxom waitress
Always helped me to my seat

She was gorgeous, so I'd
Go in there every day
Besotted with her, my waitress
I'd never felt this way

Then some boy comes walkin' through our flirty tavern scene
And turns my buxom waitress to a shade of minty green

My blood runs cold
Calamity! I've just been told
My waitress is the seneschal
Waitress is the seneschal
My blood runs cold
My enemy's been much too bold
Waitress is the seneschal

Slipped her notes where I confessed
That I was thinkin' of her undressed
I won't lie, she turned me on
My daughter thought me ill

I was shakin' in my robes
Whenever she flashed those magic globes
Soon she had a hold on me
The waitress had some skill

Those hot and hungry pleasures, the magic of her touch
To see her with that scaly face is really just too much

My blood runs cold
Yea, calamity! I've just been told
My waitress is the seneschal
Waitress is the seneschal
My blood runs cold
My enemy's been much too bold
Waitress is the seneschal

(Na na, n-not Marta, n-na na na, n-n-not Marta)
(Na na na, n-not Marta, n-na na na, n-n-not Marta)
(Na na, n-not Marta, n-na na na, n-n-not Marta)
(Na na na, n-not Marta, n-na na na, n-n-not Marta)

It's okay, he understands
This kid won't spread it through the land
I hope that when this Lissard's gone
He'll soon forget just what went on

Take him far, yes I will
We'll sort this out discreetly
Take him out of Level Two
Or kill him off if need be

A part of me wants to be sick
Erase this from my mind, and quick
Oh no, I can't escape it
Oh yeah, at least we didn't tape it

My blood runs cold
Calamity! I've just been told
My waitress is the seneschal
Waitress is the seneschal
My blood runs cold
My enemy's been much too bold
My waitress is the seneschal!

(Na na, n-not Marta, n-na na na, n-n-not Marta)


Original lyricsaudio


Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroom Angel
Always pulled me from my seat

She was pure like snowflakes
No-one could ever stain
The memory of my Angel
Could never cause me pain

Years go by, I'm lookin' through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom Angel on the pages in between

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the centerfold

Slipped me notes under the desk
While I was thinkin' about her dress
I was shy, I turned away
Before she caught my eye

I was shakin' in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby blues
Something had a hold on me
When Angel passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters, too magical to touch
To see her in that négligée is really just too much

My blood runs cold
Yeah, my memory has just been sold
My Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the centerfold

(Na na, n-na na na, n-na na na, n-n-na na na)
(Na na na, n-na na na, n-na na na, n-n-na na na)
(Na na, n-na na na, n-na na na, n-n-na na na)
(Na na na, n-na na na, n-na na na, n-n-na na na)

It's okay, I understand
This ain't no Never-Never Land
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on

Take your car, yes we will
We'll take your car and drive it
Take it to a motel room
And take 'em off in private

A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yeah, I guess I gotta buy it

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My Angel is the centerfold!

(Na na, n-na na na, n-na na na, n-n-na na na)


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