[Intro — spoken Warboss; no instruments] Oi! Shut yer gobs! Which one o’ you zoggin’ runts reckons ’e’s da boss? [Distant challenger] I am, you lookin a krump! [Heavy impact — full band enters] [Mob] WAAAH! [Verse 1 — snarled, rhythmic] Last boss ’ad a fancy hat, Big gold teef an’ a squig wot spat. Said, “I’m da biggest! Know yer place!” So I put me argumunt right froo ’is face. Now ’is hat fits lovely, ’is trukk rides fine, An’ dat power klaw? Dat’s zoggin’ mine! Nobz at me back an’ da Boyz all roar— If yer wanna be boss, come settle da score! [Pre-Chorus — call and response] [Boss] Who’s got da muscle? [Mob] WE GOT DA MUSCLE! [Boss] Who’s got da right? [Mob] DA GIT WOT WINS DA FIGHT! [Boss] Any objections? [Mob] GET ’EM OFF DA FLOOR! [All] WE AIN’T FINISHED—WE WANT MORE! [Chorus — enormous hooligan gang vocals] DA BIGGEST! DA BADDEST! DA ’ARDEST OF DA LOT! You want me place? Come ’ave a go! I’ll show yer wot I’ve got! MORE BOYZ! MORE DAKKA! Till da stars can ’ear us roar! Da biggest git gets to lead da WAAAGH! An’ we’re always lookin’ fer more! [Verse 2] Mekboy’s weldin’ anuvver gun, Grot sez, “Boss, dat’s twenty-one!” “Twenty-one? You cheeky runt! Dere’s room fer six more up da front!” Ship’s so full dat da deck plates groan, ’alf dat loot used to be yer own! Flash Git’s flashin’ ’is shiny shoota— Mine’s less shiny, but mine goes froo ya! Beakies dig in, ’umies pray, Spiky gits fink we’ll run away. Choppas up! Get stuck in, ladz! We’ll nick their tank once we’ve krumped da gits! [Pre-Chorus] [Boss] Who’s brutal but kunnin’? [Mob] GORK! GORK! GORK! [Boss] Who’s kunnin’ but brutal? [Mob] MORK! MORK! MORK! [Boss] Wot’s dat mean? [Mob] HIT ’EM SOME MORE! [All] LESS ZOGGIN’ TALK—MORE ZOGGIN’ WAR! [Chorus] DA BIGGEST! DA BADDEST! DA ’ARDEST OF DA LOT! You want me place? Come ’ave a go! I’ll show yer wot I’ve got! MORE BOYZ! MORE DAKKA! Till da stars can ’ear us roar! Da biggest git gets to lead da WAAAH! An’ we’re always lookin’ fer more! [Bridge — bass and pounding drums; voices multiply] First one mob, den a fousand more, Boots like funder, froats gone raw. Feel dat buzz be'ind yer eyes? Watch da green crawl up da skies! Weirdboy’s twitchin’—give ’im room! ’E’s got a skullful o’ comin’ doom! Ev'ry voice makes da pressure climb— “STOP SHOUTIN’, LADZ!” [Full-band explosion, fighting sounds break out followed by lound crash and sudden silence] WAAAH! [Verse 3 — driving, triumphant] Bolted engines onto a rok, Filled it wiv Boyz an’ forgot ’ow to dock. Freebooter kaptin sez, “Trust me, crew!” We 'it their ship an’ came straf froo! Hull’s still rattlin’, lights gone red, Mek sez, “Should’ve blown up,” instead. I sez, “It didn’t! So quit yer cryin’— Find us more dakka an’ keep us flyin’!” [Breakdown chant — growing louder] More Boyz—da air starts crackin’! More Boyz—da guns keep bangin’! More Boyz—da Weirdboy’s flashin’! MORE BOYZ—DA GATES COME CRASHIN LIGHTNIN'! [Final Chorus — lead doubled by the entire mob] DA BIGGEST! DA BADDEST! DA ’ARDEST OF DA LOT! You want me place? Come ’ave a go! I’ll show yer wot I’ve got! MORE BOYZ! MORE DAKKA! Till da stars can ’ear us roar! Da biggest git gets to lead da WAAAH! AN’ WE’RE ALWAYS LOOKIN’ FER MORE! [Outro — instruments stop; spoken over mob noise]
