Lyrics
Woo, woo
Under the island, middle of the mountain
There is a big bad boomin' system
Blowin' speakers, woofers and tweeters
Amplifiers, melted wires, the party's explodin', the core is corroded
Underground the pugous sound
Causin' a shiftin', and a driftin'
The big black boombox, stuck in the hotrods
It's in there flowin', it's in there growin'
You don't believe me that there's scenery
Could be a... Cold blooded killer
It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano
It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano
It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano
Now the island is shiftin', the plates are liftin'
The core is creamy, docile and dreamy
Stopped up and steamy
Happy campers, poop in there pampers
When the mountain becomes a fountain
Of white hot lava, molten magma
Supersonic, plate techtonics
Stereophonic, lava and tonic
The boom is bionic
Sony shut down, Magnavox meltdown
Ballistic breakdown
Hi-Fi heatwave, lo-fi lava cave
That sulfur smells, Mount Saint Helens
Pompeii was yellin'
It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano
It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano
It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano
It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano
Go!
