He's galloping over the dusty plains
Even the cacti know his name
If you don't want todie
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 ripe 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 foulist imp you've ever seen
He'd break your bones to hear'em crunch
He likes to eat pate for lunch
He's Striker…Striker
Oh ye ye ye
He's Striker…He's Striker
He's…oh
Ok…am stop