Letra de 'Battlestar Scholastica' de Hockey Night

Fantastic is the fantastic
Romantic is the romantic

When they got the fever
Then everybody's free
And I kind of like it
Some day we ought to do that
When we rock the microphone
And make the people move their feet
Gonna find the battlestar
Bright light, white neon pink

Hey yo, hippity, hoppity
Rhymes so chocolaty
When I'm on the mic
You know there ain't nobody stoppin' me
Yeah, I like my Corn Flakes brown
My rock n roll loud
With that hip-hop sound
I get down when the people get down
I don't mind
I think you're fine
All I do is rhyme in my spare time
And do you know what's inside your heart?
Does the pain go away when you're in the dark?
And when you think cash money is a mean for ends
Money don't mean shit when you lose a friend
When you start to realize that this is the end
You pray for death, take your last breath
It all depends

When they got the fever
Then everybody's free
And I kind of like it
Some day we ought to do that
When we rock the microphone
And make the people move their feet
Gonna find the battlestar
Bright light, white neon pink

And I remember ever star shining down that night
As my friends cried I watched the sky ignite
Fire bright in my eyes, so I ran downtown
City street shadows, but no one around
Some laser robot came
We still get drunk through the bathrooms
Having kicks with cats all hizzy on mushrooms
I heard you knock when I wasn't home
Cause I heard, cause I'm so hot on the microphone
And whatcha think about shorts and pants?
Why do I feel like I'm at a high school dance?
Cause all these dudes socking guns and tanks
Think you're Alfonzo? Nah, Carlton Banks.

When they got the fever
Then everybody's free
And I kind of like it
Some day we ought to do that
When we rock the microphone
And make the people move their feet
Gonna find the battlestar
Bright light, white neon pink

Everybody get down with us, down with us...