red wedding
You don’t mess around with Walder Frey…
(Don’t mess around with)
You don’t mess around with Walder Frey…
If you’re here for the wedding of Robby Stark
Keep the car running, there’s no need to park
He’s not going to make it, through the night…
Keep that wedding cake in the fridge
He didn’t pay me back for using the bridge
I’m afraid this wedding won’t be white…
Boom, boom, boom, babba dippi dum
Boom, boom, boom, babba dippi bum
Red wedding, red wedding
Lots of stabbing and a bit of beheading
The Rains of Castamere are here to stay…
Red wedding, dead wedding
A head, shredding, bloodshed wedding
There will be no wedding bedding, hey
You don’t mess around with Walder Frey!