Normans, zu-u-u-u-ut!
Normans, fou-ou-ou-ou-outre!
Normans, Normans have come.

Aelfhere is no francophone,
But now there's Rhône in his home.
His appetite he now calls "bon,"
Because of Normans.
Guillaume said, "West we gotta go;
Britannia’s beau; we gotta show
All those Angles, merde they don't know.
We're gonna storm 'em!"

Normans board their boats and then,
Normans rip women and men
Normans show 'em a new langue
Called French; they wench. . .Medieval stench.

Normans, zu-u-u-u-ut!
Normans, bou-ou-ou-ou-ouche!
Normans, Normans ain't mum.

Orrick calls a Norman "mate,"
And his reply is "Qu'est-ce que vous faites?"
But Orrick mishears him, thinks he says "fête"
And starts to pour gin.

Norman French Angles don't love;
Normans place it high above
Normal talk; and now were stuck with
Words that end in T-I-O-N.

Normans, zu-u-u-u-ut!
Normans, fou-ou-ou-ou-outre!
Normans, Normans, those bums!