Wonderboy

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VERSE 1

High above the mucky-muck, castle made of stew

There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly

not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck, yeah, yeah

CHORUS:

Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?

Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man?

BRIDGE:

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VERSE 2

Now it's time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman

Arch rival and nemesis of Wonderboy, with powers comparable to Wonderboy

What powers do you ask? I dunno, how about the power of flight?

That do anything for ya? That's levitation, Holmes

How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away...

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With mind bullets! That's teleki - nesis, Kyle

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How 'bout the power, to move you?

VERSE 3 (jako VERSE 1)

History of Wonderboy, and Young Nasty-Man

Riggah-go-goo, riggah-goo-goo

A secret to be told, a gold chest to be bold

And blasting forth in three-part harmony

CHORUS:...

BRIDGE

VERSES 4

Well, Wonderboy and Young Nastyman joined forces;

they formed a band the likes of which had never been seen,

And they called themselves Tenacious D. That's right,

Me! And KG! ("That's me"), we're now Tena - cious D!

Come fly with me, fly!

SOLO

CHORUS

OUTRO

Oh! Take my hand! Young Nasty Man, and we'll fly!

Bring out your broadsword, there's the hydra

Slice his throat, and grab his scrote

You take the high road, I'll take the low

There, the crevasse, fill it, with some mighty juice!