Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Wicked Little Critta

The pro is here to lead the way,

To save the day,

Wicked little critta.

He clips the puck from Bobby Orr,

He shoots, he scores

Wicked little critta.

As he proceeds to torch the place,

As he proceeds to scorch the place,

As he proceeds to torch the place,

Scorcher, torture, scorcher

Wicked little critta.

He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,

And he lays a patch on the tar,

He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,

And he lays a patch on the tar,

And he pops a wheelie on his minibike,

And he burns rubber and he peels out.

He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,

And he lays a patch on the tar,

And he clip the puck from Havlicek,

And Havlivcek is used and abused,

He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,

And he lays a patch on the tar,

He decided to ditch and he ditches,

And nobody knows where he ditched.

He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,

And he lays a patch on the tar.

It's a wicked little guy

Wicked pissa little guy

Wicked scorcher little critta

He's a wicked little guy.

He's a dink.

Way to go.

I like him.

I got problems.