Tudor Man
Gorlan of the Red Lands
Concept from Lord John Perigrin
Tune: Iron Man, by Black Sabbath

I -- am -- Tudor man.
Fa la la la la la la la Tudor man.

He is Tudor man
Try and out dress him if you can
His head is covered in curls
You can tell he wishes he was a girl

Wearing silk brocade
Trimmed in animal fur
Legs in black stockings
He sure makes one pretty Tu-dur

He once was a manly man
Fought in kilt, and never washed a pan
Guzzled down his whiskey straight
But one too many sealed his fate.

He was found by two maidens
Passed out in the feast hall
They giggled and decided
To see if he was regimental

He woke and under his kilt
Was a bright Red Ribbon tied to his hilt
It wasn't what he had hoped to find
Second place made him loose his mind

Now he's into high fashion
Every piece has to match
He's studying dancing and cooking
His ego tells him he's now quite a catch

Now the time is here
For Tudor man to appear
Trim made from animal pelts
Gone are the days he was a Celt

He no longer drinks whisky
He's into wines and liqueurs
Sheep raids are now beneath him
He's been reborn as a Tudor