She could bend a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland And then she’ll form a rock’n’roll band She could bend a sword in her hand

There’s many stories I know This one’s as good as gold The formidable foe

She could bend a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland In fact her escape pod is already manned She could bend a sword in her hand

She came right up to me Said "Al, ya plainly see," "Bust out a Do-Re-Mi ..."

She could ben a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland And then she’ll form a rock’n’roll band She could bend a sword in her hand

This is the very last verse Things couldn’t get much worse She left us in a hearse

She could ben a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland And then she’ll form a rock’n’roll band She could bend a sword in her hand

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