LYRICS:

We Normans are from France, it’s not where we originated

Our accents are weird but we’re not sophisticated.

Tough and terrifying, we’ve descended from the Vikings

So is it any wonder we’ve a natural flair for fighting?

 

Normans over here! And you English can’t abide us.

Normans over here! Oh, that’s cute, you tried to fight us.

Normans over here! We set the North on fire!

Normans over here! Saxon life, au revoir.

 

We build castles, we love horses

Our cavalry (hey!) all armies fear (hey!)

We’re great fighters, you can hire us,

But you won’t like us (no!) and we don’t care (no!)

We’ve got bad haircuts off the chainmail that we wear…

 

This is Norman style. Chop, chop, chop, chop!

Riding Norman style. Chop, chop, chop, chop!

Haircut Norman style. Chop, chop, chop, chop!

Hands up Norman style! Chop, chop, chop! This is Norman style.

 

I'm William the Conqueror, the greatest Norman ever

Got delayed invading England ‘cos of the bad weather.

Then chopped up your King Harold and left his mummy crying.

What do expect, man? I’m practically a Viking.

 

England’s Rightful Heir! So signed Edward the Confessor.

England’s Rightful Heir! Forget Harold the usurper.

England’s Rightful Heir! This Norman's gonna rule ya.

England’s Rightful Heir! Surrender or I'll kill ya.

 

We build castles, we love horses

Our cavalry (hey!) all armies fear (hey!)

We’re great fighters, you can hire us,

But you won’t like us (no!) and we don’t care (no!)

We’ve got bad haircuts off the chainmail that we wear…

 

This is Norman style! 

Hey, Saxon ladies. Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Haircut Norman style.

Hey, Saxon prisoners. Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Hands off Norman style.

Hey, check our horses. Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Riding Norman style.

Hey, we rule England. Chop! Chop! Chop!

Norman style.