Sir Mix-a-Lot: (to tune of "Baby Got Back") This table's long, but it should be round King Arthur can't hear a sound When a knight tries to talk That brother's gotta walk 'bout half a freakin' block to be heard Can't hear a word 'cause this table is so absurd Us knights got much to discuss But this table's ridiculous
Balki: Don't be ridiculous
Sir Mix-a-Lot: Belvedere can't hear "Yo, can you pass me some beer?!"
Sir Belvedere: Say what?!
Sir Mix-a-Lot: It's twenty feet by eighty Can't even flirt with ladies Better have long arms when you're havin' a meal If you're trying to cop a feel We need a new proportion To bring our kingdom fortune I got an idea that might work for ya I'm-a make this mother circular Sir Galahad!
Sir Galahad: Yeah!
Sir Mix-a-Lot: Percival!
Sir Percival: Yeah!
Sir Mix-a-Lot: You wanna hear the others talk?
Knights: Hell yeah!
Sir Mix-a-Lot: Bring it in, sit it down It's like King Arthur's crown Table be round! Table be round. Now with this circulation We can have nice conversation
Verizon guy: Can you hear me now?
Sir Percival: I can hear!
Sir Galahad: Holy cow!
Sir Mix-a-Lot: Make every knight say...
King Arthur: Now you know that we cannot fail when we're looking for the Holy Grail
Sir Mix-a-Lot: 360 on the parameter You know hos like diameter
Knight: Bumping this with the circumference
All: Table be round!
Sir Mix-a-Lot: [bleep] I'm never gonna need money anyway. Where you win this shit, shootin' dice? Come on, man. Come on, man, the hell wrong with you? Crown-wearing motherfuckers. Shit.