No Prince Charming

The white horse has been put out to pasture The shining armor rusts on the cellar floor You take off your dress; say you’re a damsel in distress. You’re a little late babe, I don’t slay dragons anymore. Yeah I can still swing my sword as good as ever But, the fighting and the knighting became such a bore Every princess that I find keeps changing her fickle mind So I quit the rescue business; slaying dragon's not my chore. Many a young maiden I have saved in bygone days Waged battles that left me bruised and battered and sore To watch them slither like a lizard into the arms of another evil wizard Seems the ogres, trolls and goblins won when I tallied the final score. So save the pensive cries for help, they only fall upon deaf ears The promises of rich and lush rewards, I don’t listen to like I did before You may find this news alarming but, I ain’t no dang Prince Charming Find some other sucker to save you ‘cause I don’t slay dragons anymore.