Maidens of Castle Anthrax: The Lost Monty Python Song

We rode a fake jalopy
with coconuts sounding cloppy
off beaten paths
to Anthrax
the castle on the moors.

At first we all were flummoxed
no where or why or whatsit;
we found no Grail
on our trail
but there were nympho maids…..

Oh, we’ll gallivant in our britches
with those naughty bitches
who caused a whole
rigamarole
and a brouhaha.

Shenanigans they were thinking,
skull duggery and hoodwinking--
tricked us in
to carnal sin
and spankings, all around.