As we know, things aren`t grow What`s next is close at hand Some prefer to look backwards Although they are the world. Ah, Ah, Ah I`m prepared for what`s to come Pick numbers from a bun Choice of words is so random I talk because I can Ah, Ah, Ah Plunder time, see what we find To take back to the house But everything has a patenting And belongs to someone else Ah, Ah, Ah