Hear me now oh thou bleak and unbearable world
 Thou art base and debauched as can be
 And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
 Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!

 I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha
 Destroyer of evil am I
 I will march to the sound of the [bad word] of glory
 Forever to conquer or die

 Hear me heathens and wizards and serpents of sin
 All your dastardly doings are past
 For a holy endeavor is now to begin
 And virtue shall triumph at last!

 I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha
 My destiny calls and I go
 And the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward
 Oh whither so ever they blow

 Whither so ever they blow
 Onward to Glory I go

 [ Dulcinea ]

 I have dreamed thee too long,
 Never seen thee or touched thee.
 But known thee with all of my heart.
 Half a prayer, half a song,
 Thou hast always been with me,
 Though we have been always apart.

 Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
 I see heaven when I see thee, Dulcinea,
 And thy name is like a prayer
 An angel whispers... Dulcinea... Dulcinea!

 If I reach out to thee,
 Do not tremble and shrink
 From the touch of my hand on thy hair.
 Let my fingers but see
 Thou art warm and alive,
 And no phantom to fade in the air.

 Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
 I have sought thee, sung thee,
 Dreamed thee, Dulcinea!

 Now I've found thee,
 And the world shall know thy glory,
 Dulcinea... Dulcinea!

 [ Impossible Dream ]

 To dream the impossible dream,
 To fight the unbeatable foe,
 To bear with unbearable sorrow
 [bad word] where the brave dare not go;

 To right the unrightable wrong.
 To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
 To try, when your arms are too weary,
 To reach the unreachable star!

 This is my Quest to follow that star,
 No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
 To fight for the right
 Without question or pause,
 To be willing to march into [bad word]  For a heavenly cause!

 And I know, if I'll only be [bad word]  To this glorious Quest,
 That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
 When I'm laid to my rest.

 And the world will be better for this,
 That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
 Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
 To reach the unreachable stars!