 I had a small friend, who had a fat friend, who had a big friend, who
gave birth to many friends, with our flashlights
to the sky, we waited for them to land. I got two tall friends, who know
my small friend, who seems to have a
problem with you. They got roman candles, bottle rockets for the vandals
who covered our lockers in glue.
We're on our way, here we go, we're gonna take over. Se it off, one last
time, he're we come again.
We were strangers, and we were pilgrims, role models of the family man.
Pioneers & patriarchs, patriots *
matriarchs, staking out the promised land. Our little army - we were
commandos, guerrillas with decoder rings. We
felt opposition from some villains who were wishing they could be cadets
and kings.
We're on our way, here we go, we're gonna take over. Se it off, one last
time, he're we come again.
All systems go! Soon the world will know, the fury of attack,
feel the wrath of THE SUPER RAD, THE
SUPER RAD, SUPER RAD!
And if we die, before the battle's through, tell our mom's, tell our
dads, we were SUPER RAD!
We're on our way, here we go, we're gonna take over. Se it off, one last
time, he're we come again.
All systems go, as we step into the octagon. Feel the wrath of mission
code name APPLESAUCE. SUPER RAD!
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