to the tune of 1999 in older archived parodies

I was feasting when I wrote this
Forgive me for wearing chain mail
But when I woke up this mornin’
Coulda sworn the bard was telling tales

He said the fair's ending
We all have to go back to our jobs
No more turkey legs from wenches
No more mead or corn on the cob

They say the renaissance faire will soon be over, oops out of time
So tonight I’m gonna party like it's 1499

I was just out shoeing horses, so forgive just a little stink
To keep up the illusion we wait 'til night to use a sink
All the booths are closing, from candles to leather cups
But if it's gotta end then tonight I'm gonna whoop it up

They say the renaissance faire will soon be over, oops out of time
So tonight I’m gonna party like it's 1499

If you didn't come to cosplay
Don't bother visiting my tent
I got a dragon in my pocket
And baby he's ready to roar
Yeah, everybody's got a sword
We could all LARP any day
But before I'll let that happen
I'll joust my life away

They say the renaissance faire will soon be over, oops out of time
So tonight we gonna party like it's 1499)
They say the renaissance faire will soon be over, oops out of time
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1499)

It could all end any day
Don't want it to end, I'd rather joust my life away
Can't run from annoying jesters say (REN FAIRE)
Sing it for your fiefdom y'all (REN FAIRE)
What ballad are you singin', baby say (REN FAIRE)
Jingly hats a-ringin, mama (REN FAIRE)
C'mon, c'mon, you say (REN FAIRE)
Work it down for The Groundlings (REN FAIRE) (REN FAIRE)
Come on, are you bawdy, baby (REN FAIRE)
Got a dragon in my pocket mama, say (REN FAIRE)
Oh, and he's ready to roar (REN FAIRE)