Wake up in the morning, what’s the deal with this face? A great big honking zit and my hair outta place I gotta make a move, I always got stuff to do So I grabba-grabba bandana and everything is cool
(Na-na-na, na-na-na) With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na
Heading to the gym, keep it cut, keep it trim The ladies like the muscles so I gotta keep it in My big red hair always gets in the way So I grabba-grabba bandana and I can lift my weight, son!
(Na-na-na, na-na-na) With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na
Hater’s jackin’ coz they’re smackin’ up my style They ain’t seen me for a while So they’re spitting all their bile They be frantic coz I’ve upgraded my game Now watch me put them all to shame (Coz him drop it like this)
(Na-na-na, na-na-na) With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na
White kid from the ‘burbs, never cool, never street Never ever being down, always looking at his feet Bandana, a tank – disbelievers gonna curl I’m a muthafrackin’ pimp and I’m travelling the world
(Na-na-na, na-na-na) With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na