She hit it twice And said it that was nice So I lay in paradise Watching as she Called out orders With her twirling tongue She called up the reserves Saying the little bastards Got what they deserved Racing off into hi-way traffic With such fearless nerve Down a one way tunnel Toward foreign soil after dark Hoping to hit the right waters You see, You see, A sad set of swimmers Behind her drum's beat March, March, Come Forward, First man to the finish, Lair, Lair, Race on, faster, faster, Bang, Bang, Blast off the cannon Welcome, Welcome Lair, Lair Swim on, swim on, Close, close Here it comes Surprise, Surprise Lake of fire