Hey! Ho! Then go What You wanna be I start on the signal "boom", the fastest, second fastest, and then accelerate The buzzing is actually a bee, I pull ahead, the last spurt I've got the baton, I'm the second runner From here on out, should I pull ahead? My loner attitude produces shouts of joy I'm not stopping yet, until I cut the goal tape The nickname of the third fastest is "Field Buster" No one can catch up to him, da-da-da-da Look upon those forms behind him forever, he wins with his famous depicted stride I start on the signal "boom" My loner attitude produces shouts of joy No one can catch up to him, da-da-da-da The baton went around, pick a back sound The bass buzzes loudly and rapidly on the ground The drum inscribes the rhythm that is produced I finish to amassed music from the drums, off the charts Hey! Ho! Then go What You wanna be