Nunchucks!

Do you wanna fight on Saturday night?

Just name the place, the ruckus will be there

It's a dojo storm, you have been warned

Anticipation crackles in the air

To the weapons rack, prepare the attack

Selections made with leather gloved hands

We need no sword, we serve no lord

The combat will be close so make a stand

Join the cult of coldest steel

Leather jackets will conceal

Soldier, stand by, wait for the green light

Whoa, I see my tiger in your eye

Wipe that look right off your face

Whoa, nunchucks!

I'll take on every man in this place

Whoa, nunchucks!

Technique I teach, practice I preach

Would a schnook have his own nunchuk handbook?

Master fighter confers the mitre

I bless you in the name of the nunchaka-ka-ka-ka

I shun the blade and work the lathe

A buffet of melee, a ballet of flay-play

Swift repercussions and numerous concussions

Self-inflicted strikes the game I play

Arcing blows like crescent moons

To criticism I'm immune

See my jeans tight, sunglasses at night

Armies of the night come for the big fight