Gatorade, Gatorade, I'm dying of thirst
Called the fighter to the maid, Gatorade.
Gatorade, Gatorade, the heat it gets worse.
Have another gallon made, Gatorade.
I went down to watch them fight
In the Grimfells shire,
There I heard a certain knight
Calling to his squire,
Gatorade, Gatorade, I'm dying of thirst
Called the fighter to the maid, Gatorade.
Gatorade, Gatorade, the heat it gets worse.
Have another gallon made, Gatorade.
At the Pennsic battleground
Watch the fighters falling,
Then just listen to the sounds
Of the leeches calling,
Gatorade, Gatorade, I'm dying of thirst
Called the fighter to the maid, Gatorade.
Gatorade, Gatorade, the heat it gets worse.
Have another gallon made, Gatorade.
Chainmail, platemail, fancy helms,
Isn't it romantic?
What's that fighter calling for?
Isn't it authentic?
Gatorade, Gatorade, I'm dying of thirst
Called the fighter to the maid, Gatorade.
Gatorade, Gatorade, the heat it gets worse.
Have another gallon made, Gatorade.