It was a cold, lonely night when I got into the fight
That dealt me the injuries you've seen.
Not long after nightfall I got into a brawl
With the three smelliest hobos you’ve ever seen.
They made it clear outright that they wanted to fight;
The biggest one looked me in the eyes.
"So," says, he with a smile full of glee,
"Are you ready to meet your demise?"
"Well," says I, with a gleam in my eye,
"It's time you were put in your place!"
So I swung with my fist and I shattered my wrist
On his cold iron robot face.
These hobos three were also robots, you see,
I omitted that a moment ago.
But back to the fight on that cold lonely night,
I had one down and two left to go.
Well the other two guys began to realize
That this was no time for words.
But rather than run or reach for a gun,
They unsheathed their Samurai swords.
See these hobos few were ninjas too,
In case I left that part out.
And in the swashbuckling feud that promptly ensued,
I turned those jokers inside-out!
Now I know Karate but sometimes everybody
Gets a little careless in the shuffle.
See I aimed one kick at his metal robot... uhh... groin
That's how I sprained my ankle.
When you go home tonight, you can know its alright.
The streets are safe from the likes of those.
And in future days the bards will sing my praise,
For fending off the Robot Ninja Hobos.
