You know that its long over due.
He's mastered every form you could desire.
His chivalry is beyond reproach.
He no longer should remain a squire.

Chorus:
Come on Sire, Knight my squire,
Come on Sire, Knight my squire,
It's time his red belt should be retired.

It's true that he was once a rake.
He'd booze and schmooze around the fires,
But it's been three years since his big mistake,
When he gave into a Queen's Desires.

Chorus:

Its time to overlook the past.
How many years will he have to pay
For stupid things he has forsworn?
He's now a model of how we all should play.

Chorus:

I know the old king was your friend,
But think hard and you know it's true
That my squire didn't do anything,
Except what the old queen asked him too.

Chorus:

Heard the song on the radio, and the title just poped up. I also met a Squire recently who just came from another kingdom. After watching him fight and how he comported himself off the field, I surprised he was still a squire. As the story came out, he mentioned that in his earlier days he was quite a rake, and those earlier years are still being held against him. I took a little poetic license and invented an incident with a queen.