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Sir Sticks
Mister sticks, sir mighty sticks
You've found your godly throne
You've stood to face the crowd undone
But you cannot go alone
The four, the six, the booming voice
Stand for you to call
They long to quell the masses rise
And they cannot stall for long
So lead the march with heavy arms
Your vehicle at lead
While they follow, keeping pace
Staying just in reach
Would they love you, more in fact
If you'd go unarmed?
If you called with lightning strings
Or used your jaws to charm?
Can you boast your stomping wits
Your metal-handed sway?
When so many sully forth
To take your fame away
I'll bet you're hungry, burning hot
Waiting for your go
To cast aside their bottom line
And show what you can show
You rally cry,
They trust in you
You pick up speed,
They follow suit
They look to you to fill their gaps
To bring change so smooth and still
And you'll be happy to roll on down
And thunder off your will
So trust your head
Trust your hands
As you travel
Make demands
Earn your keep,
Worthington Sticks
And know that this
Is what you'll get.
Just trust the might of the family Sticks.
