I drank a Red Bull late one ev'ning, trying to stay up 'til two .
Back began bursting and it hurt--such a horrid pain
Had trouble sitting, couldn't stand or ever wear a shirt again
Next thing I knew I was floating in the air

All I know, is these strange, wings have popped right out of me
Not a dream, cannot change, I've been flying since last eve
Not on pot, or cocaine, I must strain to land on ground
I revealed, Red Bull makes wings-Oy Vei!

Thought their commercials were insane
I drank it down, pumped up my veins
I didn't know it'd cause such pain or that I would then lay eggs
How do I end this silly game
I didn't want this kind of change
I felt a tail pop out my Haines out my backside

Flying high, speed I gain, how do you control these things.
Though I try, it's in vain, I did not want big fat wings
Hear wise cracks, 'round the town, as they point and laugh at me
Can you heal, me right now, I will pray

It's after that-when these horns came
I lost control of my whole brain
My eyes turned red and I grew fangs and I forgot my name
Someone controls me, I breathe flames
and tells me that Amp* is to blame
A victim of some evil game--that's what I fear

(Guitar solo as a bunch of winged people attack the Pepsi Amp plant and the creators

of Monster*)

Oh no the voices start again
I should have stuck to drinking gin
I really didn't want to sin or chase the world today
I was just on a study binge
but now all mortals make me cringe
Now it's on heroes our lives hinge to end night-mares.

Now I feel, my eyes change, feeling that the chains released
Yes it seems, no more pain, wings falls off-I'm not a beast
Fin'lly land, on the ground, Yes the evil plot is toast
World will heal, saved by cows--Chic-Fil-A

(The Moral: Eat More Chicken!!)