[Bedevere]:
Nobody else can equal my immense intellect!
My name is Bedevere; I’m the guy that they consult!
If ever you have a question that you wish to ask,
Why don’t you come to me? Come now, don’t be afraid to ask!

[Chorus - mob]:
Come on, burn the witch! [x4]

[Bedevere]:
How can you tell she’s one? Mere dress is not enough!
We must know what else will burn, can you think of other stuff?
[Peasant]:
I think I’ve got the answer, and it happens to be wood!
[Bedevere]:
Now how do we tell she’s made of wood? Tell us, if you could?

[Chorus - mob]:
Build a bridge of her! [x4]

[Bedevere]:
Can’t you build bridges out of other things, too?
And how much does she weigh?
What else weighs the same? What else weighs the same?
[Arthur]:
My good man, that would be a duck!

[Chorus - mob]:
Come on, burn the witch! [x4]

[guitar solo]

[Chorus - mob]:
Come on, burn the witch! [repeat until fade]