Shut your face / high school jerks / We’re about to show you how this works / Are we
cool? / Laser beams / We’re about to awesome all your dreams / And you’ll say, “What
are you, some kind of computer?” / and we’ll say, “A cyborg pimp from the future.”
And I’m going def for sheezy / I’m feeling a bit uneasy.
Let’s get this straight: / oh yeah, we are the champions / We’ll be battle dancing
unicorns / oh yes / Battle dancing unicorns / It’s not too late / you could gamble on the
heavy hitters / while we’re battle dancing unicorns / with glitter
Twelve-o-clock? / Party rock / We’re hip- hoppin’ and we can’t quite stop / Aggro hair
Grizzly Bear / Bet you’ve never met a thousand-aire / Then you’ll say, “Whatever, I
think you’re moronic.” / And we’ll say, “Not really, we’re only bionic.” / And you’re still
in high school / but have to acknowledge / that we are professors at Robot Spy College.
To be what I just can’t / impale myself upon the horns / I’m fighting just to be relevant
I’ll battle dance some unicorns / I’m battle dancing unicorns / with glitter.

Words: Reese Roper Music: Scott Kerr