I Can Swing My Sword!
Toby Turner Lyrics

Do you like my sword, sword?
The artist is asking the audience if they like his sword made with diamonds.

Sword, my diamond sword, sword
Reiteration of the artist's sword being made with diamonds.

You can not afford, 'ford
The artist is stating that the audience is unable to afford such a sword.

Ford, my diamond sword, sword
Reiteration of the artist's sword being made with diamonds.

Even if you could, could
The artist acknowledges that even if the audience could afford the sword, they likely wouldn't be able to purchase one due to it being patented.

I have a patent!
The artist highlights that he has patented his unique creation and no one else can make swords exactly like his.

No one else can make a sword
Reiteration of the patent owned by the artist

Exactly in this manner, manner
The artist specifies the unique method in which his sword is made.

Welcome to my manor, manor
The artist invites his audience to his residence.

I ca ca ca canna canna
The artist stutteringly begins his chorus.

Swing, swing, swing my sword, sword
The artist leads into his chorus with a playful repetition describing his sword swinging actions.

Whenever I get bored, bored
The artist insinuates that his sword swinging routine is a habitual pastime habitually performed due to the boredom of his daily routine.

I can swing my sword, sword
The artist relishes his ability to easily swing his sword.

I can swing my sword, sword!
Reiteration of the artist's pride in being able to easily swing his sword.

Once I hit the floorboards
The artist confesses to having an incident in which he made contact with his floorboards, possibly breaking his sword in the process.

But I had it restored
The artist informs his audience that he had his sword fixed by professionals.

And it was expensive
The artist provides context regarding the cost of restoring his sword.

But it was a write off!
The artist highlights the financial benefit of being able to write off the cost of his sword's restoration.

Swinging is my business
The artist proclaims that sword swinging is his profession.

And by that I mean swinging swords
The artist clarifies what he meant by his previous statement.

Please do not ignore
The artist requests that his audience actively listen to his song and messaging.

Do you like my sword?
The artist again asks if the audience likes his sword.

Ha!
The artist exclaims, indicating potential confidence in his sword's appeal.

That was rhetorical
The artist confirms that his previous question was a rhetorical one.

You know I am the oracle
The artist boasts of his ability to predict a positive response to his sword.

I know you like my sword
The artist probabilistically affirms the audience's interest in his sword.

It's made of freakin' diamonds
The artist highlights the quality and uniqueness of his sword's construction.

If you don't you're lying
The artist insinuates that anyone who does not like or want his sword is lying.

But that would be fine
The artist reassures his audience that they are not obligated to like his sword.

Because it is awesome
The artist confirms his own admiration of his sword's quality.

And you're probably jealous!
The artist jovially suggests that his audience may covet his sword for themselves.

'Cause I am the lord, lord
The artist refers to himself as the lord of diamond swords.

Lord of diamond swooooorrrrrddddssssah!
The artist boasts his title with a jubilant and playful exclamation.

HA HA HA HA HA!
The artist ends his song with an energetic and mirthful laugh.