Song: “Yeah Brother” [Intro – over canned crowd noise, glitchy Pac-Man SFX fading into an airhorn] Yeah Brother! Step up in the ring, take yer vitamins, say your prayers And LIFT! (Let me hear ya, brother!) [Verse 1] Old school tights, baby blue and banana yellow, Mullet on point, flexin’ hard, that’s my fellow. Growing up on juice boxes, elbow drops and hype tape, Snappin’ Slim Jims—yeah I regulate my lunch break! From the mat to the world, comin’ atcha like a freight train, Posin’ in the mirror—nah that’s just for the brain gain. Monday night hero, crowd goin’ psycho, Spray tan, parade, bandana—call me maestro! [Pre-Chorus – spoken, wild energy] Whatcha gonna do when these 24-inch pythons Run wild ON YOU, brother?! (Audience: “YEAH BROTHER!”) [Chorus] Yeah brother! Flex in the sun or beneath the thunder! Yeah brother! Danger and love—that’s what I’m under. Flash those glasses, toss that shirt, Step in the ring, we ‘bout to go berserk! Yeah brother! Training, vitamins, fans in the bleachers, Yeah brother! Spandex, hot lights, megaphone preachers! Leg drop of justice, hype-shout screamin’, Crowd’s on their feet and the roof is leanin’! [Verse 2] Promos louder than a steel cage slam, I walk into Waffle House, get a five-star slam! Power of a mullet, heart of a lion, Old-school rules, neon tights, never lyin’! Drop the atomic leg—see the sparks fly, Hulkamaniacs everywhere, eagle in the sky. Camera flashes pop, like fireworks at dawn, Macho Man’s wild, but I’m Hulkamania strong! [Bridge – whispered, then shout] So when the odds get stacked, And the world turns heel, Just put on your bandana, Brother, keep it real—YEAH! [Chorus – repeat, shoutier each time] Yeah brother! Flex in the sun or beneath the thunder! Yeah brother! Danger and love—that’s what I’m under. Flash those glasses, toss that shirt, Step in the ring, we ‘bout to go berserk! Yeah brother! Training, vitamins, fans in the bleachers, Yeah brother! Spandex, hot lights, megaphone preachers! Leg drop of justice, hype-shout screamin’, Crowd’s on their feet and the roof is leanin’! [Outro: chanting] Say your prayers, eat your greens, Dream the dream—the wildest dreams! Raise your hand, strike that pose— ‘Cause Hulkamania never gets old! (YEAH BROTHER! YEAH BROTHER!)
