| We are off to the Moon | 
| And it’s full of lunatics with a new bag of tricks | 
| This place needs luminous lick of paint | 
| While I’m doin' this shit | 
| Comin' through on a humorous tip | 
| Then I switch from a clown to the brutalest prick | 
| Getting through many clips | 
| So my trigger fingers superhumanly ripped | 
| Is there room in the Inn for a Lawbringer? | 
| Enforcing enforcers to forcefully | 
| Pick up a fork and nick your dinner? | 
| Give some applause, I’m a pure winner | 
| I’m a mixture of helpful and selfish | 
| Marshal and Elvis, shark and a shellfish | 
| Armed amour, and well fit, can’t help it | 
| I’m departing to Elpis | 
| Woah | 
| Everything’s going all wobbly | 
| I’mma find a pile of scrap to mash up in a grinder | 
| Camp on a cliff and snipe ya | 
| I’m a larger brain matter collider | 
| Smashing up atoms and splattering minds up | 
| No wonder that I have to remind you that | 
| Hang one a second, what’s that just behind you? | 
| Got you in the botty with a shotty | 
| Now your as a Nosh from a Rotty | 
| Not rocky but I’ll knock you out with my noccas | 
| Gnocchi, out with your knockers | 
| Moxxii, she’s so hot I’m hot by Proxy | 
| And Athena, have you seen her? | 
| That Gladiator doesn’t need an arena | 
| Tell them Tiny Tina, just what she does | 
| To my wiener’s demeanor | 
| Could I even be keener if she switched my decaf creamer | 
| For a Cleavland Steamer, I’m an eager beaver | 
| Too bloody sweet for a tea with sweetener | 
| I launch VaultHunter. | 
| exe, so Doom you can keep your BFG, sir | 
| Don’t need that to leave your face looking like a piece of pizza | 
| When the Moon hits your eye | 
| Like a big pizza pie | 
| That’s a ballache, a ballache | 
| When the Moon hits your eye | 
| Like a big pizza pie | 
| Thats a ballache, a ballache | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back (where?) | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back (what?) | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back (where?) | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back | 
| He’s a bastard, Handsome Jack | 
| Keep the cash, have your ransom back | 
| Him and dastardly plans get together | 
| Like France and Jacques Chirac | 
| 'Cause this is what happens when twats attack | 
| And if you answer back, then I’ll clamp our trap | 
| Fancy that, I’m a Dandy Dan, a fancy man in a fancy hat! | 
| Claptrap hits hard and as hard as a clap track | 
| On a no limit record clap track | 
| If it moves, I’ll frag that, bring it down like the NASDAQ | 
| With my arsenal, I’m tear aparting all | 
| Grammar Nazis that start a war | 
| I don’t want to boast, but I’m rather awe inspiring | 
| When I’m flingin' bars galore | 
| Hit with a critical? | 
| Typical, I told you shit’d get physical | 
| Clips galore but I piss them all away in your face | 
| Shoot anything from a brute to a cute bunny | 
| Loot like a gold digger with a new hubby | 
| Now I can’t fit into my suit, 'cause I’m too tubby | 
| That pile of sands glitched, is the dune buggy? | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back (where?) | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back (what?) | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back (where?) | 
| To the moon and back | 
| To the moon and back, back, back |