The Worthy Tune Darren Raxworthy here - whats the go? Ask me lad - Yo - I'm in the know. Yo - every chance you get you blow. Take it nice and easy bro. Come on kid, on with the show. Don't go fast, you gotta go slow. Raxworthy Yo! Whats the go? Keep it up bro Make the show Most of them say go with the flow Ask the guys who earn their dough They don't hang their jeans down low All wear their fluro glasses though. Come on kid, let's do this bro We'll get the job done even so. Raxworthy Yo! Whatda go? Keep up bro Make da show With my Bro in tow On the way to Otago Where the status quo is the ice and snow Didn't think that this was the way to go Thought that someone had left the frezer door open in Invercargo The map was a tribute to Vincent Van Gogh It was weirder than that encounter with the ufo Heyol cuz, You get the buz? Lets cut the fuz Why? Because! And so I shut up, though it was stinking cold and pretended I was the Darren Raxworthy of Old Yup, some of you might think this move bold But this is the stuff that gets the books sold Everyone I met, y'know, they had to be told Their mind by the media, by now, controlled... Come on bud Drag outa the mud Y'know you shud (should) We're all royal blood Miles and Miles of Taekwondo Styles Hacking nefarious entities' secret files All throughout New Zealands Isles His existance is Abnegated with Vehement Denials He's running, chased for miles upon miles Doubltless been through plenty of trials... We're getting there soon You see the blue moon? Now all sing the tune Bring down a monsoon! Last night we asked the receptionist, Cathy "Do you think this fella has any sym-pathy?" She grinned the grin that was not at all happy "No, I reckon this dude's got sheer ampathy" So who is this bloke with the Regime's Antipathy? Pokeno's Finest - Darren Raxworthy Raxworthy Yo! Whats the go? Keep it up bro Make the show Driving down Cornwall's tight little roads, squeezed in either side by scrubby hedgerows, If you don't understand then nobody knows. The uncut grass blowing, you're itching your nose. All these ants and bugs - getting under your clothes. In the end - got a bit much for me and my bros. Come on Wortha, Lets go further, "Thought you heard her": Love not murder. You never quite know till you're actually there. - Need someone round to make it more clear. Cliffs on each side, looming up - sheer. You sit on the bonnet. Open a beer. Don't hog it all, mate - Give us our share. We've got all the time; we're pretty near. How do you know we had to go? Huh, every chance you get - you blow. Tell me why, I'd love to know. Just please don't let us miss the show. Come on kid, lets do this bro, Lets on ahead, defeat the foe. You'll never shine if you don't glow Run ahead and stub your toe. Gotta know just when to say no... I'll wait behind and watch you grow. Get the bunch of keys, kid, go Don't go fast, you gotta go slow. Take it nice and easy bro. That's what Italians do, you know. Oh boy enough of all this Oh. Seems like we ain't come that far. Just yesterday, maybe, in the car. Still, we're in Italy - Ooh La La.