Woo, woo

Under the island, middle of the mountain

There is a big bad boomin' system

Blowin' speakers, woofers and tweeters

Amplifiers, melted wires, the party's explodin', the core is corroded

Underground the pugous sound

Causin' a shiftin', and a driftin'

The big black boombox, stuck in the hotrods

It's in there flowin', it's in there growin'

You don't believe me that there's scenery

Could be a... Cold blooded killer

It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano

It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano

It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano

Now the island is shiftin', the plates are liftin'

The core is creamy, docile and dreamy

Stopped up and steamy

Happy campers, poop in there pampers

When the mountain becomes a fountain

Of white hot lava, molten magma

Supersonic, plate techtonics

Stereophonic, lava and tonic

The boom is bionic

Sony shut down, Magnavox meltdown

Ballistic breakdown

Hi-Fi heatwave, lo-fi lava cave

That sulfur smells, Mount Saint Helens

Pompeii was yellin'

It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano

It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano

It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano

It's gonna blow, whoa, whoa, whoa, volcano

Go!