Run Away! FRENCHMAN:
Fetchez la vache!

ARTHUR:
Run away!

ROBIN:
Run away!

LANCELOT:
Run away?

BEDAVERE:
Run away!

KNIGHTS:
Run away!

Run away! Run Away!

ARTHUR:
Run away from the stench and the trenchies!

KNIGHTS:
Run away! Run Away!

BEDAVERE:
From these horrible, nasty old Frenchies!

ROBIN:
These frogs and their terrible prattle, are fighting a battle with cattle!

LANCELOT:
We're all full of fear so let's get out of here!

KNIGHTS:
Run away, run away, run away!

FRENCHMEN:
You English all are buggerfolk
Your mothers all are ruggerfolk
Your army is a bloody joke
You couldn't beat an artichoke

If battle you choose to renew
We'll taunt you 'til you all turn blue
We turn our asses as you part
In your direction we all far... Too!

*French National Anthem plays*
*Breaking Wind is heard*

FRENCHMAN:
Fetchez la can-can dancers!

ALL KNIGHTS:
*To the tune of a can-can*
Run away! Run away! Run away! Run-run-run-run-run-run away! Run away! Run away! Run away, run, run away!

Ruuuuun a-waaaaay!

Run away! Run away!

ARTHUR:
It seems like a helpful solution

KNIGHTS:
Run away! Run away!

ARTHUR:
To avoid this French revolution!

We're stuck in a nasty position
Why don't you take a short intermission?
Have a drink and a pee, we'll be back for Act Threeeeeeeee...

PATSY:
Two, sir!

ARTHUR:
Twooooooooo....

KNIGHTS
Run away run away run awaaaaaaaaay!

[Thanks to Gee for corrections]