As I rode out one winter's day
Through the silver arches
I spied a lady in a silver dress
And I heard her whisper
We got a plan and we're gonna do bad
We got a plan and we're gonna do bad
We got a plan, gonna make them mad
As I rode down to the dock one day
At the river's edge
I spied a ship filled with young girls
Who impart what they said
We got a plan and we're gonna do bad
We got a plan and we're gonna do bad
We got a plan, gonna make them mad
As I rode out through the wharf one day
I spied a golden apple
The darkest prophet appeared to me
And said there would be trouble
'Cause we've been aching for oh so long
And we've been trying for oh so long
And we've been aching for oh so long
We got a plan and we're gonna do bad
We got a plan and we're gonna do bad
We got a plan, gonna make them mad
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