Lyrics:

(Ok Tom take a drink now... (laughing))
My oh my, can you save my life?
It doesn't have to mean looking out for me.
Hey now look at you, way cool, on time.
There's no room for Mamacita.
Sit tight, she'd say.
A ok and that's what you'll say while falling on the ground, leaves in her hair.
Hey now look at you, way cool on time.
Tom:(hey, hey guys, hey, I think... hey... hey dude, dude, Jim Zatrioni!)
Jim: (we hate, we hate you! we're nazi! we're nazi! whoa)
Tom:(scientific riff)