From The Known Words 2, long out of print and replaced by The Known Words, which doesn’t include this (among others) due to it being not of sufficiently high standard:
I’m not really any more anti-fighter than I am anti-Laurel, but something about the myths and legends of the dear mostly-boys just tickles my fancy. This particular song uses a specific definition of the word “stickjock” which not everyone agrees on: a big, dumb, rhinohiding thug. In some places, it seems, that’s the standard meaning of the word, so being called a stickjock is an insult. In other places, stickjock is nothing more or less than a synonym for fighter. This can lead to all sorts of disjointed noses. C’est la langue.
This is to the tune of I’m An Ape Man, and there’s a dedication: it is in honour of the King who has done more for the Kingdom of Lochac than anyone before or since. He knows who he is.
I’m a stickjock, I’m a stick-stickjock, yes I’m a stickjock.
I’m a big stickjock, I’m a thick stickjock, I’m a stickjock.
I don’t know a thing about no A & S,
I joined for the fighting, I have to confess;
I got the social graces of Rudolf Hess,
‘Cos I am a stickjock.
The life in the Society is just the thing,
There’s cider to drink and there are songs to sing,
And if my head is tough enough I might be the King,
The top-ranking stickjock.
Now not every fighter is a jock, I’ll explain:
There are one or two who have still got a brain;
They don’t stay for long because they feel pain,
Quite unlike a stickjock!
I don’t understand all the waivers and bans,
I guess that it proves that SCA stands
For “Structure Controlled by Americans”,
A nation full of stickjocks.