Well he gets up every mornin at a quarter till noon,
Some woman who's his wife tells him get to work soon
He'll kiss the kid goodbye, can't remember its name.
And week after week it's always the same,
And it's Ho Pav, can you dish it, (Whugh)
Shine it up bright
No armour gets made for this body of mine
I'm bangin out the armour for the whole damn shire
Well he gets out the leather, spends an hour with the punch
Then it's draw up the patterns then he'll break for some lunch
Cut the steel, grind it smooth, dish, pound and peen,
Rivet, hot glue, and polish it clean
And it's Ho Pav, can you dish it, (Whugh)
Shine it up bright
No armour gets made for this body of mine
I'm bangin out the armour for the whole damn shire
And it's home again, eat again, read the shire news
He makes love to his lady at four fifty-two
He dreams the same-a dream when he's sleepin at night
He's soarin over hills like a wren in flight
And it's Ho Pav, can you dish it, (Whugh)
Shine it up bright
No armour gets made for this body of mine
I'm bangin out the armour for the whole damn shire
Some day he's gonna give up all his rivets and steel
He'll pound out the anvil till it rolls like a wheel
Melt down his hammers and set hisself loose
And go home to Russia to live with a moose
And it's Ho Pav, can you dish it, (Whugh)
Shine it up bright
No armour gets made for this body of mine
I'm bangin out the armour for the whole damn shire
This Master lives for three things, every year,
Estrella, Lillies, and a lot o' dark beer,
Valens says, "Pav, I want us lookin' real good,
So's after you kill'em, would ya stack 'em like wood?"
And it's Ho Pav, can you dish it, (Whugh)
Shine it up bright
No armour gets made for this body of mine
I'm bangin out the armour for the whole damn shire