text: Alright, Westley Funkaneers, today we go to war
  I want you to man your instruments
  Hello? Well, lady your instruments, whatever
  You know what Im 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
  Yall 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 its found
  But it cant play here no more, sing, come on
  Nuclear waste, sloppy joe
  Where it goes no one knows
  Maybe underground where its found
  But it cant 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 didnt run away from em
  And thats how true players do it
  They get straight to it, at ease soldiers