Knut's my name and here I float
  Out on the sea in a great big boat
  	and I'm the one who beats the drum in time
  To stroke the oars that drive our galleons on
  And while we rowed we had our song
  And we had our god, and it may seem odd
  But at least there was a cause
  Caught a wind and we upped the sail
  Lost two ships when it turned to a gale
  Down went a third when she rammed on a whale
  Though we despaired we could not fail
  And through it all we never faltered
  Late at night I lay on the decke
  Wondering whye I risk my necke
  Picture myselfe in a sinkinge wrecke
  Ande downe I'me goinge notte knowinge whye
  I just can't quite recall the reason why
  It's such a drag to carry on
  But there was a cause, but there was a reason
  If you like I'll be your Viking
  Sit you down to a Nordic meal
  Give you strength that you might wield
  A Viking sword and a Viking shield
  And off we'll sail in mighty ships of yore
  Perhaps we shouldn't let our hands get sore
  We need someone to pull the oars
  And to do the chores
  So we need a cause, so we need a reason why
  (Erik is here