| Lyrics: | The pro is here to lead the way,
To save the day,
Wicked little critta.
He clips the
puck from Bobby Orr,
He shoots, he scores
Wicked little critta.
As he proceeds to
torch the place,
As he proceeds to scorch the place,
As he proceeds to torch the
place,
Scorcher, torture, scorcher
Wicked little critta.
He's a wicked little
critta with a sissy bar,
And he lays a patch on the tar,
He's a wicked little critta with a
sissy bar,
And he lays a patch on the tar,
And he pops a wheelie on his minibike,
And he
burns rubber and he peels out.
He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,
And he lays a
patch on the tar,
And he clip the puck from Havlicek,
And Havlivcek is used and
abused,
He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,
And he lays a patch on the tar,
He
decided to ditch and he ditches,
And nobody knows where he ditched.
He's a wicked little
critta with a sissy bar,
And he lays a patch on the tar.
It's a wicked little
guy
Wicked pissa little guy
Wicked scorcher little critta
He's a wicked little
guy.
He's a dink.
Way to go.
I like him.
I got problems. |
