Builders gathered in their masses,
Unbeknownst that they'd be ass kicked,
Evil Grundigs plot descrution,
So they cannot do construction,
One builder says "Something's churning,
And I smell a Grundig turning,"
Evil Grundigs have the minds,
To do the drills in their own time,
Oh lord yeah;

All the builders hide themselves away,
Some cowards get on the floor,
One called Roy goes out to fight,
But gets beaten in some gore,
Yeah;

Time drills on and the Grundigs' minds,
Think that this all just fun,
Crushing builders in a bloody mess,
They're partying drinking rum,
Yeah;

GUITAR SOLO

Now the Grundigs they stop turning,
As they builders feel the burning,
No more Grundigs have the power,
Builder's God has come this hour,
God sees this as quite apalling,
So as the Grundigs are falling,
Comes a flurry of sharp pins,
Hits 'em right between the things,
Oh lord yeah.