Hey! Ho! Then go
What You wanna be

I start on the signal "boom", the fastest, second fastest, and then accelerate
The buzzing is actually a bee, I pull ahead, the last spurt

I've got the baton, I'm the second runner
From here on out, should I pull ahead?
My loner attitude produces shouts of joy
I'm not stopping yet, until I cut the goal tape

The nickname of the third fastest is "Field Buster"
No one can catch up to him, da-da-da-da
Look upon those forms behind him forever, he wins with his famous depicted stride

I start on the signal "boom"
My loner attitude produces shouts of joy
No one can catch up to him, da-da-da-da
The baton went around, pick a back sound
The bass buzzes loudly and rapidly on the ground
The drum inscribes the rhythm that is produced
I finish to amassed music from the drums, off the charts

Hey! Ho! Then go
What You wanna be