| Go | |
| Go | |
| Go | |
| If you smell the smoke | |
| You don't need to be told | |
| What you got to do | |
| Yet there's a certain breed | |
| So very in between | |
| They'd rather take a vote | |
| Running short on time | |
| Still they can't decide | |
| But we already know | |
| That we are here to go | |
| We are here to go | |
| We are here to go | |
| We are here to go | |
| We are here to | |
| What is really mine | |
| Who's at the top of the pile | |
| Where does he draw the line | |
| Let them figure it out | |
| Go on and step across | |
| Just remind yourself | |
| That we are here to go | |
| Go | |
| Go | |
| Go | |
| When it grows too long | |
| The tail wags the dog | |
| The hand that bites gets fed | |
| Troubles multiply | |
| The crowd begins to cry | |
| For some common sense | |
| Let them all dig in | |
| When the odds are no win | |
| Head for the nearest door | |
| 'Cause we are here to go | |
| We are here to go | |
| We are here to go | |
| We are here to go | |
| We are here to | |
| Go | |
| Go | |
| Go | |
| What is really mine | |
| Who's at the top of the pile | |
| Where does he draw the line | |
| Let them figure it out | |
| Go on and step across | |
| Just remind yourself | |
| That we are here to go | |
| Go |