(Servo, a lady Servo, and two other Servos are dressed in Renaissance costumes)

Mike: (in the foreground, speaking) Hello, my friends. Today on "Satellite of Love Sunday Morning," we are livid with proudness in presenting the Sir Thomas Neville Servo Consort of the Middle Ages Just-After-the-Plague Singers. They will favor us today with an ancient aire on the Delta Knights in a new setting by Sir Thomas Neville Servo himself. Let's enjoy.

Tom and the male Servos: (in polyphony) I sing of the glorious Delta Knights;
They live in Europe somewhere.
With Archimedes they eat their Wheaties,
And look pretty good in fake hair!

Lady Servo: They're kind of afraid to go out at night;

Tom and the male Servos: Fake hair...

Lady Servo: They don't get historical facts just right.

Tom and the male Servos: Fake hair...

Lady Servo: They hike up their codpieces really tight;

All: They look pretty good in fake hair!

Lady Servo: (backed up by men) A sweet Delta Lady am I, am I -
More fair than the stars in the sky.
I'm bold and bawdy, and oh, my Lawdy,
I'm proud to declare I like pie!
A sweet Delta Lady, I do what I please;

Tom and the male Servos: Like pie...

Lady Servo: I'm strong and I'm savvy and I've got these!

Tom and the male Servos: Like pie...

Lady Servo: I love to sing out, "Don't forget the cheese."

All: I'm proud to declare I like pie!

Mike: (speaking) Ah, fantastic, fantastic! I know I won't soon...forget the cheese. Let us thank the Sir Thomas Neville Servo Consort...

Tom and the male Servos: Oy, mates! Let's have a dirty one!

Mike: ...of the Middle Ages Just-After-the...

Lady Servo: Right! Hee hee!

Mike: No, no, no, now, I warned you, please--

Tom and the male Servos: (singing) Oh, I love to mush me buckles in me missus' pigeon pie--

Mike: (yelling over singers) Please, please, no, please, Sir Thomas, now I warned you about this song--now out of my studio, I want you all out! (movie sign goes off) Please, we have movie sign...

Tom and the male Servos: (over door sequence) Oh, I love to take me pencil out and scribe it in the snow, ha, ha!....