Friar Tuck!

Friar Tuck!

Friar Tuck!

Oh, Tuck! Hey!

Tuck it here.

Nip and tuck till crack of doom.

I'd better stay and tuck you in.

You can tuck that away.

He's well named Friar Tuck.

Did she tuck you in?

Friar Tuck could marry us. Will you?

Tuck me in, turn out the lights and tiptoe out?

So, you want me to tuck him in?

Friar Tuck, into the town. Will, search every inn and cottage.

We have to tuck you into bed. Get you nice and warm.

Or we tuck you two away and make a trade with Stumpy.

Every single night, when I tuck my kids into bed,

Oh and if your not feeling social, you can tuck Facebook Messenger away.

Fix your tie and tuck in your shirt. You look like a hoodlum.

So you could go in, you could get your tummy tuck.

Now, now, now, now. Friar Tuck, Will Scarlett. What's it, Will?

Here we are. Tuck into that while I get the goulash.

Run and hide! Run!

Run Eliza, run, run Run

So, in closing, my love... Tonight, tuck my children in bed warmly. Tell them I love them.

Deep down, when we get ready to tuck our heads under our wings and go to sleep we ain't kidding ourselves.

And if they say, Run, then run.

You better run, run, run...

Run, Scout! Run, Scout! Run!

Run, run.

Run! Run!

Run, Run

Run, run

Run! Run!

Run, run!

Run away. Run.

Run, Tipu, run.

Run, Toto, run!

Run, Toto, run!

Run, Wilbur, run!

Run, Wilbur, run!

Run, Rudi, run.

Run, Aleta! Run!

Run, Eliza, run,

Run, Eliza, run.