Baby wurm Valakkar small jaws, bad mood fits in my hull but it spits like a prude I feed it scraps from the cargo crate one tiny blink and it starts to hate Mouth open wide With a green acid glow Teeth and growl Just enjoy the ride It hisses once then it launches spit hits my sleeve I just laugh at it Little beast with a whole lot of nerve I keep my cool let the temper burn Valakkar, Valakkar little rage, big bite Valakkar, Valakkar spit at me, I’m alright Valakkar, Valakkar baby wurm, act mean Valakkar, Valakkar Need you on my team I dock that ship hit the moon again there it is curled by the S-C-U bin Under one lamp like a twisted breed all spit and snarl all tiny need It wants my hand then it wants my throat then it wants to ride on my flight suit coat I say calm down it says not today throws that spit and looks away Still my pet yeah, that’s my beast little space punk with a hunger streak Valakkar, Valakkar little rage, big bite Valakkar, Valakkar spit at me, I’m alright Valakkar, Valakkar baby wurm, act mean Valakkar, Valakkar Need you on my team If the whole bay shakes I stay locked in place tiny bad luck charm with a savage face One more hiss one more snap I just grin and tip my cap Valakkar, Valakkar little rage, big bite Valakkar, Valakkar spit at me, I’m alright Valakkar, Valakkar baby wurm, act mean Valakkar, Valakkar Need you on my team
