As we know, things outgrow
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
My 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