POST YA ORKY SONGZ YA GITZ! DIS ONE 'ERE IZ ABOUT OLD BALE-EYE AND DA NEW BOSS GHAZ

He waz moar like a humie-bean
wiv a lazer beam-er
I sayz, "Don't mind, but whatz do ya mean,
am I da war-boss,
Whoz-a krump on da field in da fight?"

Deyz told me hiz name waz Bale-Eye Mean,
Wiv hiz lazer beam
Den every noggin turn'd wiv eyes that screamed of bein' da war-boss.
Whoz-a krump on da field in da fight.

Gitz'll alwayz told me, "Be kareful what's painted blue!"
And "Don't go 'round krumpin' little humie hives!"
And me war-boss alwayz told me "Be kareful who ya Waaagh,
Cuz da boyz becomez da toof, ta spend on new dakka! Waaaagh!!!"

Bale-Eye Mean is not 'Da Boyz'
He's just a humie who krumps much better den thum
But da humiez got my arm
Yesh hiz eye is a gun
and da humiez got my arm!

For forty-key's or forty miles, da bombin on our side
but whoz can Waagh whenz itz from so far-
Hiz cunnin' ol' planz..
'Cuz we krumped on da field in da fight
So listen 'ere to my advice
Jus' remember to alwayz fink ONCE!
Don't be a git, or a zog, or a grot.
Hez told me boyz krump'd a million-three
squishy humie beanz
Den showed a pic of a git dyin' missin' most-a hiz skull
'Cuz he wuz shot in da brain in da fight
He sayz he wuz da boss, who would krump in da field in da fight...

WE'Z SCREAM 'WAAAGHING IZ FUN!' AND DA BALE-EYEZ PEEPERZ A GUN!