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!