Let's get on with it, Man. Yeh Ringo. Do it Do it Do it Push Push Push, Yeh!

Ahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ah,
Ahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde,
Singing and crying,
Valhalla, I am coming!

On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore

Ahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ah,
Ahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords

On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore

So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.

Oo-oo oo-oo oo-oo
Oo-oo oo-oo oo-oo
Oo-oo oo-oo oo-oo