Well I am the ancient warrior man And I hail from the ancient warrior clan I invented the computer man Hubcaps and soda cans Well the holy ghost, he owes me everything he knows And everything he don't, you understand? Well I think you can Well the world at most is a homemade crypt I made from my rib in a lightning trance In a fevered dance Well I am the ancient warrior man And I hail from the ancient warrior clan I invented the computer man Hubcaps and soda cans The roads of gold I carved hieroglyphs into the Dover cliffs I'm a self-made man with my own bare hands The haunted ghost They begged for the man with the hammer in his hand To ring the bell and send him back to hell Holy roller, do you know her? I invented the Krav maga Speak in a Vandalic Yanamamö patois Holy roller, do you know her at all? Holy roller, do you know her? Gonna need another ride into town Does she have another jockey at home? Holy roller, do you know her Well I am the ancient warrior man And I hail from the ancient warrior clan I invented the computer man Hubcaps and soda cans