The sound of warp beats 'cross the space
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter
Beware the deadly flashing ace
Unless you want to end up podder

Blackadder, Blackadder
He flies with pitch black greed
Blackadder, Blackadder
He's very bad indeed

Black: his gloves of finest mole
Black: his codpiece made of metal
His ship is blacker than a vole
His pot is blacker than his kettle

Blackadder, Blackadder
With many a cunning plan
Blackadder, Blackadder
You horrid little man