As we know, things aren`t grow

What`s next is close at hand

Some prefer to look backwards

Although they are the world.

Ah, Ah, Ah



I`m prepared for what`s to come

Pick numbers from a bun

Choice of words is so random

I talk because I can

Ah, Ah, Ah



Plunder time, see what we find

To take back to the house

But everything has a patenting

And belongs to someone else

Ah, Ah, Ah