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 'em And that's how true players do it They get straight to it, at ease soldiers