Mike Batt - The War Song Of The Urpneys

Born to the sound of marching feet,
Trained as a military elite.
Each of us drilled and singled out to be,
An Urpney.

Cream of the Urpney single males,
Fit for the fight and hard as nails.
Never afraid and each one proud to be,
An Urpney.

Nobody goes where Urpneys dare,
Ruthless and deadly, firm but fair.
Out in the night we spoil for a fight,
No wimps are we! We're braver than you'd think we would be,
And we're brighter than the average fighter,
That's why we all
Are Urpneys!

We are the Lord of Nightmare's troops,
Feared and revered by Wuts and Noops!
Enemy armies always turn and flee,
From Urpneys.

Born to the sound of marching feet,
Trained as a military elite.
Each of us drilled and singled out to be,
An Urpney.

Nobody goes where Urpneys dare,
Ruthless and deadly, firm but fair.
Out in the night we spoil for a fight,
No wimps are we! We're braver than you'd think we would be,
And we're brighter than the average fighter,
That's why we all
Are Urpneys!

Born to the sound of marching feet,
Trained as a military elite.
Each of us drilled and singled out to be,
An Urpney.

Cream of the Urpney single males,
Fit for the fight and hard as nails.
Never afraid and each one proud to be,
An Urpney.

Nobody goes where Urpneys dare,
Ruthless and deadly, firm but fair.
Out in the night we spoil for a fight,
No wimps are we! We're braver than you'd think we would be,

And we're brighter than the average fighter,
Back to the top That's why we all

Are Urpneys!
We all are Urpneys!