We power keepers hold the key

To turn your negativity

Into sun... and light

We'll do this trick tonight

Wherever these four demons go

In every city on the road

The stage is a conduit

To turn the other bands to shit



We are the top up of the world

Giving hints to boys and girls

Telling them stupendous stories

Yo, bro, we got glory

Listen to that magic bass

Gaze at my majestic face

Our new block beat will knock you dead

We need wheelbarrows for our heads!



CHORUS:

Right on!

I am the master fact

I'll tell you how to act

I see everything

Encompass all your dreams

I'll say what's bad and good

So, right on!

Right on!



Oh myself, myself, myself

There are no words that could quite tell

How deep I am to know for you

What to speak and think and do

So fall and praise the Pods' bright name

Play our delicious little game

God and Satan both agree

Everything begins with me!



CHORUS



Big pay to puck pa ba daby

Big pay to puck pa pa da

Big ba to bick bo da beeper

Big bay to bo ba ba da

Pibbedi bop ba do bop ba beeper

Pibbedi dot to bo ba ba da

Bob bop bop to bo bop ba dita

Ba ba ba ba bo da da da