Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey, oh, let's go, let's go, they're floppin' in a strange line, they're goin' through a

tight line, they keep their lives in their mind, let's creep up, they're fallin' in the

back seats, they're generatin' heat, they're takin' to the back seats, let's creep up,

Hey, oh, let's go, shoot 'em in the back now.

What they want, I don't know, they're all ripped up and ready to go.

Performing in a straight line, they're going through a tight line,

they keep to losing their mind. The mid-streak pump,

the pilot in the back seat, they generate steam heat,

What's ain't in the backseat?

The Blitzkrieg Puppets

Hey, oh, let's go

Shoot 'em in the back now

What they want?

I don't know

We're all ripped up and ready to go

Before we need a straight line

We're going through a tough one

To keep the lizards in their mines

The Blitzkrieg Puppets

The pilot in the backseat

The generator he needs

Once I enter the back streets, then street bumpers.

Ayo! Let's go! Ayo! Let's go! Ayo! Let's go! Ayo! Let's go!