Bravely bold Sir Doctor
Rode forth from the TARDIS.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Doctor.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Doctor.
He was not in the least bit scared
To be ex-ter-min-ated.
Or to to be deleted,
And his regenerations ended.
To have his head scalped
And his planet destroyed,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Doctor.
His head smashed in
And his hearts cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his pen--
"That's... that's enough music for now lads,
*** there's dirty work afoot*** ???."
Brave Sir Doctor ran away.
Bravely rode away away.
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Doctor turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
****Bravely**** taking ("I never did!") to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Doctor!