Wind powers our sails
But if it should fail
Shall we get the motor running?
Need the fuel to run the engine
To give unto us light
So we can make a new invention, right?
Batten down the hatches
Something's coming
Something big and ugly
Better go and lock the door
Something's coming . . .
When you hear the battle cry
Come in with the tide
You know there's trouble coming
The temperature starts to rise
And cannons will fire
Fire up the machine, get a head of steam
Working with the cogs and pistons
We've detected a disturbance
Bigger fish to fry
So no-one try to be a wise guy
Batten down the hatches
Something's coming
Something big and ugly
Better go and lock the door
Something's coming . . .
When you hear the battle cry
Come in with the tide
You know there's trouble coming
The temperature starts to rise
And cannons will fire