The Queen: You trespassed upon my kingdom
Now you are in my sway
Which basic'ly means as the Queen of all Queens
I'm going to make you payMan 1: Will we be throwing him in the dungeon?
Man 2: Or tossing him to the Bear?The Queen: Well, one thing for sure
We'll settle the score
And trust me it's more than fairOff with his shirt
Men: Yeah!
The Queen: Strip him down
Don't be shy, boys, go to town
I'll bet that chest is heaven blessed
So firm and cut
Off with his top
Men: Yeah!
The Queen: Let it fly
Check that six pack
It's to die
Tell every Lance and Bruce and Curt
Off with his shirtOoo, so now that you're in my power
We'll put you behind these bars
There you will stay taking orders all day
'Till Mars is aligned with Mars
And for our pleasure, we'll keep you waiting
Who knows just how long you'll serve
But baby, you bet
You're gonna get
The punishment we deserve
Off with his shirt
Men: Yeah!
The Queen: That's the deal
You're a beef-cake happy meal
Go on you guys
Just feast your eyes
Until they hurtOff with his shirt
Men: Yeah!
The Queen: 'Till the dawn
Dig that lush pectoral lawn
Drink in those lats and traps and delts
And after that who knows what else?
So save some room boys for dessert
Oh, off with his shirt!
