The Ballad of Striker
He's galloping over the dusty planes
Even the cacti know his name
If you don't want to die don't cross his path
The best assassin in the ring of Wrath
He's Striker! He's Striker!
Sure shootin', darn tootin'
His name is Striker
Gonna bring that bird back to his lair
With his magic rope and his western flair
He's very good at causing pain
And he loves to ride on the choo-choo—
Dirty dealin', Prince stealin'
He's a villain, Striker!
He's fast and strong and tall and mean
The foulest imp you've ever seen
He'll break your bones to hear 'em crunch
He like's to eat Pâté for lunch
He's Striker, hmm, ye-ye-yeah
He's Striker
He's Striker, he—
