| Waited far too long | |
| For this day to dawn | |
| Marked position with an x and kept floating on | |
| Now I stretch and yawn | |
| All impostors gone | |
| Once again it's time to reap and sow | |
| I'm a rising tide | |
| Rollercoaster ride | |
| We're ch-ch-chuggin right into the fun | |
| I wont be denied | |
| So you open wide | |
| Cause I'm only looking out for you | |
| My patrolling days are over | |
| And I ain't shot nobody since | |
| I fought the big cheese out of office | |
| And showed the hep kids how to dance | |
| And now we're gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway | |
| I got my finger on the trigger and it's time to play | |
| And with every little step I blow your mind away | |
| Forever H-P-A! | |
| What now! It's going down! | |
| From way up top to the down low | |
| Take a chromosome | |
| Make it monochrome | |
| And I'll tell you what I'm gonna do | |
| Be a rising tide | |
| Rollercoaster ride | |
| We're ch-ch-chuggin right into the fun | |
| I wont be denied | |
| So you open wide | |
| Cause I'm only looking out for you | |
| My patrolling days are over | |
| And I ain't shot nobody since | |
| I fought the big cheese out of office | |
| And showed the hep kids how to dance | |
| And now we're gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway | |
| I got my finger on the trigger and it's time to play | |
| And with every little step I blow your mind away | |
| Forever H-P-A! | |
| Cause see I rolled in through the back door | |
| when it was my turn for throne | |
| I never wanted to stand on your pedestal man | |
| cause I was born to build my own | |
| When they say do or die, I said no way no how, | |
| they said I wouldn't last for long | |
| But I'm still standing in the hurricane's eye and it's dancing to my song | |
| Again I rolled in round the back door, no I ain't got no common sense | |
| So you can bitch and whine, | |
| but you best stand aside cause I'm doing it again | |
| Well no I won't unwind, I wont be dumped behind, | |
| I wont be coolly led astray | |
| So on the dotted line, I slit my thumb and sign yours truly, HPA! | |
| My patrolling days are over | |
| And I ain't shot nobody since | |
| I fought the big cheese out of office | |
| And showed the hep kids how to dance | |
| And now we're gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway | |
| I got my finger on the trigger and it's time to play | |
| And with every little step I blow your mind away | |
| Forever H-P-A! |