Disclaimer: I do not own Gangnam Style
Wrecker Style, featuring Wheeljack and Bulkhead
(To the tune of Gangnam Style, by Psy)
Wheeljack:
Going Wrecker Style!
Wrecker Style!
When the call goes out for soldiers
Shoulder Pads is gonna call us
To go in there and the jobs that other Bots cannot do.
Why do we do when we go to war? I. Just. Go. Do my own thing
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The only good
Con, in my opinion, is a fragging dead one.
Can't do no damage then.
That's we do as Wreckers. We make dead Cons.
Yes, we make them dead.
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When we go out on the war path
Those big, mean Cons (hey!) Bite the dust. (Hey!)
When we go out on the war path
Those big, mean Cons (hey!) Bite the dust! (Hey!)
Yes, we go out there!
And we get the job done, done, done, done
Done-done-done-done-d-done!
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(All)
Going Wrecker Style! (UH!)
Wrecker Style! Go, go-go-go. Going Wrecker Style! (UH!)
Wrecker Style! Go-go-go-go, Going Wrecker Style
HEEEEEEYYYYY, sexy femme!
Go, go-go-go. Going Wrecker Style!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYY, sexy femme!
Go, go-go-go. Hey-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!
(Bulkhead)
This job definitely is not the faint of Spark or
Anyone afraid to face danger in its gravest formes and prospects
But the comradeship that you develop helps save your hide
When you go. And. Get the job done.
We're the kind of mechs
You find out on the battlefield
Kicking aft and taking names.
We take a lot of names
Out on the field.
Well, someone's gotta. Go write them down, now.
When we go out on the war path
Those big, mean Cons (hey!) Bite the dust. (Hey!)
When we go out on the war path
Those big, mean Cons (hey!) Bite the dust. (Hey!)
Yes, we go out there!
And we get the job done, done, done, done
Done-done-done-done-d-done!
(All)
Going Wrecker Style! (UH!)
Wrecker Style! Go, go-go-go. Going Wrecker Style! (UH!)
Wrecker Style! Go-go-go-go, Going Wrecker Style!
HEEEEEEYYYYY, sexy femme!
Go, go-go-go. Going Wrecker Style!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYY, sexy femme!
Go, go-go-go. Hey-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!
(Bulkhead and Wheeljack)
Yeah, we lose some Bots,
And, yes, we miss them, too.
We just go out there and throw the Cons off Cybertron.
Yeah, we lose some Bots,
And yes, we miss them, too,
But we can't get bogged down by sorrow.
What? Do we look like targets?
Going Wrecker Style!
(All)
Hey-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-HEEEEEEEEEYYY! Sexy femme!
Go, go-go-go. Going Wrecker Style!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYY, sexy femme!
Go, go-go-go. Hey-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!
Going Wrecker Style! (UH!)
Again, I say: I do not own Gangnam style, but if I did, I'd be obscenely rich.
