No one knows who sent it Or what it first was called No one knows who made it Or when it first was mauled No one understands why It burns but never dies One thing is for sure though That burning bastard flies
Chrous: Here comes the burning blood red head on fire As laser beams shoot from the eyes of the choir It doesn't need a body cuz it flies through the air It's the blood red head on fire and it doesn't care
If you think you're bad-ass And you try to stand your ground It will look into your eyes and make it's awful sound Then it will suddenly fly at you And hit you in the head or chest Then your body will disinegrate Because the blood red head's the best
Chorus
Razor sharp fangs in a gross mouth Yellow burning eyes, surprise Gordy cauliflower ears And talons growing out of its face 8 feet off the ground Moving fast and looking down The people scatter as the foul death spreads
You may think Duke Lion Could defeat this awful foe You may be right Cuz they fought about a week ago The blood red head on fire Was immune to Duke's fireballs So Duke gave up and went on a quest For the ice sword of Gaultry