Well I am the ancient warrior man

And I hail from the ancient warrior clan

I invented the computer man

Hubcaps and soda cans



Well the holy ghost, he owes me everything he knows

And everything he don't, you understand?

Well I think you can



Well the world at most is a homemade crypt

I made from my rib in a lightning trance

In a fevered dance



Well I am the ancient warrior man

And I hail from the ancient warrior clan

I invented the computer man

Hubcaps and soda cans



The roads of gold

I carved hieroglyphs into the Dover cliffs

I'm a self-made man with my own bare hands

The haunted ghost

They begged for the man with the hammer in his hand

To ring the bell and send him back to hell



Holy roller, do you know her?

I invented the Krav maga

Speak in a Vandalic Yanamamö patois

Holy roller, do you know her at all?

Holy roller, do you know her?



Gonna need another ride into town

Does she have another jockey at home?

Holy roller, do you know her



Well I am the ancient warrior man

And I hail from the ancient warrior clan

I invented the computer man

Hubcaps and soda cans