Into the battle the dunce is gonna dance around the circle
Gettin’ near a fire the drums will play the same old song
Shopping and revering ‘em all into the mall you hear the style call
So you keep on shakin’ your bums until the leaders gong
Let’s go together in a place that’s far beyond the sun
Over the great orion
And load our guns
Shoot all your bolt against the chart
Imagination’s your dart
It tears apart
Once I met the man who had the manners of a caveman
His untrustworthy eyes said “why do you sing along?”
I’m just like a bird and from my birth I like the brave men
So I don’t tell no lies I sing like I’m ringing a ding dong
Feet down to the ground
Hands up to the sun
That’s why the mountain told me to keep the volume high
That’s why the quentin told me
That’s why the long train told me
That’s why dean martin told me
That’s why the mountain told me to keep the volume high