Fight The Blob

Alright, Westley Funkaneers, today we go to war

I want you to man your instruments

Hello? Well, lady your instruments, whatever

You know what I'm talking about

Because we have a big, big problem on our hands

And I say before we let this blob take over our city

We funk him outta town

Ya'll ready?

Blob, you goin' down

Hey, hey, hey, blob, get out of town

The Westley mob gon' make you frown

Hey, hey, hey, blob, you goin' down

Nuclear waste, sloppy joe

Where it goes no one knows

Maybe underground where it's found

But it can't play here no more, sing, come on

Nuclear waste, sloppy joe

Where it goes no one knows

Maybe underground where it's found

But it can't play here no more

Hey, hey, hey, blob, you goin' down

Hey, hey, hey, blob, get out of town

The Westley mob gon' make you frown

Hey, hey, hey, blob, you goin' down

Well done soldiers, the battle is won

But the war continues

Thanks to every last one of you courageous Funkaneers

Atlanta can sleep tight tonight

Because you faced your problems head on

You didn't run away from ââ‚¬~em

And that's how true players do it

They get straight to it, at ease soldiers