
Hawk-eyed, they stare down all contenders------Cyrano de Bergerac, Act II
The wolf bares his fangs as they do---
Make way there, you fat money-lenders!
(Hawk-eyed, they stare down all contenders)
Old boots that have been to the menders,
Old cloaks that are worn through and through---
Hawk-eyed, they stare down all contenders---
The wolf bares his fangs as they do!Skull-breakers they are, and sword-benders;
Red blood is their favorite brew;
Hot haters and loyal befrienders,
Skull-breakers they are, and sword-benders;
Wherever a quarrel engenders,
They're ready and waiting for you!
Skull-breakers they are, and sword-benders;
Red blood is their favorite brew!
Life is a fencing bout
Directed by an idiot,
Full of poorly executed phrases,
Signifying nothing.