Race From Here to Your Ears. Part I - Little Tornadoes

[Verse I]
Little Tornadoes
Hey country warpath path
Hupla of the golden long ago

Ah lion summer
An assurance hater
Killing bracket that's top secret
Councillorman is puck out and the cry

Vertical take-off and landing
'Til the Bank of Babylon is closed
Topilo whip hands down the Rue Bel Air

Anti-tartars and his skin