{Lead Vocals} Hey hey, we’re the Pitted Punks, shuckin’ off the husk, Corn rows flowing, we’re here to rock at dusk. Poppin’ on the stage like kernels in the heat, Our beats are buttery, our sound so sweet. {Backing Vocals} Blue to the core, with a skin so tight, Jammin’ out the anthems to fuel your night. Tiny but mighty, we burst on the scene, In a blitz of berry - a punk rock dream! {All} Pitted Punks, oh yeah, we’re rolling out, From the groove of our pits, we scream and shout. Avocado, Blueberry, and Cob in a band, Rocking the stages across the land. I’m the creamy strummer, smooth and rich, Laying down the bass without a hitch. Green and bold, with a heart that’s stoned, My riffs are ripe, freshly home-grown. Twist and shout, let’s stir the pot, With every note, we give it all we got. From cob to tip, my vibes are high, We’re the Pitted Punks, come see us fly! Mosh in the pit, let loose, go wild, Feel the rush, the punk juvenile. We’re the snack that bites back with a punk rock flair, Toss up your fruits, wave 'em in the air! Pitted Punks, oh yeah, we’re rolling out, From the groove of our pits, we scream and shout. Avocado, Blueberry, and Cob in a band, Rocking the stages across the land. **Outro:** (Corn on the Cob) So here’s our anthem, from the field to your plate, Pitted Punks rocking, man, we just can’t wait. Let’s crank the volume, let's break the knob, 'Cause we’re the punks that truly know how to corn-a-cob! Yeah, we’re the Pitted Punks, and we’ve just begun, Stay pitted, stay punked, keep having fun!
