Mamas, Don't let your babies grow up to be Vikings
- Words by Morric Haast
(c) 1984 by William Ritchie
( sung to the obvious tune )
Vikings are easy to find, but they're hard to survive;
They'd rather tear out your throat that leave you alive.
Long, greasy pigtails, and dirty old tunics,
and some town is burning today;
After they've robbed you and raped your poor wife,
They'll prob'ly just sail away.
* Second set of chords after the second verse *
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Vikings,
Don't let 'em sail longships and crack people's heads,
Let 'em be farmers or shepherds instead.
Mamas, don't let you babies grow up to be Vikings,
Cause they'll rape and they'll pillage, from village to village,
Even when they're still at home.
*** NEW KEY ***
Vikings like smokey old mead halls, and burned Christian bodies;
Fiords in the morning, and trollops who put up a fight;
Them that don't know 'em, won't live long, and them that do
Sometimes don't know who they're after;
They're mean and they're vicious, though noone knows why,
And they're sneaky but not too damn bright.
(Chorus in the new key)
(If you think the second verse is awkward, listen to the original!)