Danger, Danger Songtext
von Alan Schmuckler
Danger, Danger Songtext
Now, is not the time to be complacent
We should do something
Something is lurking, something is near
Something is feeling stranger, stranger
Stirrin′ up discord, whippin' up fear
Whispering softly "Danger, danger"
Outsiders creep up slow and steady
Wings glistening, horns at the ready
Think what they could do to the status quo (oh, no)
They′re gonna steal, plunder, and pillage
They're gonna take over the village
Don't just sit on your butts and do nothing and wait
Let′s enter a blind, irrational state (ooh)
Better get nervous, better get tense
Better not let them catch you blinking
You don′t need a reason, fillies and gents
This is no time for sober thinking
Mob (mob), m-m-mob, mob
Mob (mob), angry, angry mob
Mob, m-m-mob, mob, mob, mob, angry, angry
Sharpen your senses, sharpen your tongues
Sharpen your moral indignation
Gather in groups and ready your lungs
Holler with pent-up aggravation
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Fight, see in black and white
That's your pony right
Time to lift your manes and proudly
Throng, numbers make you strong
Millions can′t be wrong
Especially when they're screamin′ loudly
You might not have a bale of hay to borrow
Are you saddled with your sorrow?
Are you scared about tomorrow?
Well, it's all gonna work out painlessly
If you follow my orders brainlessly
Who are we? (We′re an angry mob)
What are we? (We're an angry mob)
Look at this corn (it's on the cob)
Look at that guy (uh, my name′s Rob)
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry mob
We should do something
Something is lurking, something is near
Something is feeling stranger, stranger
Stirrin′ up discord, whippin' up fear
Whispering softly "Danger, danger"
Outsiders creep up slow and steady
Wings glistening, horns at the ready
Think what they could do to the status quo (oh, no)
They′re gonna steal, plunder, and pillage
They're gonna take over the village
Don't just sit on your butts and do nothing and wait
Let′s enter a blind, irrational state (ooh)
Better get nervous, better get tense
Better not let them catch you blinking
You don′t need a reason, fillies and gents
This is no time for sober thinking
Mob (mob), m-m-mob, mob
Mob (mob), angry, angry mob
Mob, m-m-mob, mob, mob, mob, angry, angry
Sharpen your senses, sharpen your tongues
Sharpen your moral indignation
Gather in groups and ready your lungs
Holler with pent-up aggravation
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Fight, see in black and white
That's your pony right
Time to lift your manes and proudly
Throng, numbers make you strong
Millions can′t be wrong
Especially when they're screamin′ loudly
You might not have a bale of hay to borrow
Are you saddled with your sorrow?
Are you scared about tomorrow?
Well, it's all gonna work out painlessly
If you follow my orders brainlessly
Who are we? (We′re an angry mob)
What are we? (We're an angry mob)
Look at this corn (it's on the cob)
Look at that guy (uh, my name′s Rob)
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry
Mob, mob, m-m-mob, mob
Mob, mob, angry, angry mob
Writer(s): Michael Mahler, Alan Schmuckler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com