Syd, Syd, Syd,
She's No Fool.
Syd, Syd, Syd,
She's Way Past Cool.
She Don't Take Shit,
From No N00b Fit.
No Need to Fight Back,
Coz Syd Don't Lack.
Punch One, Punch Two
She'll Be Comin' For You.
She Flies But Not Fall,
She Pwnz j00 ALL.
Don't Wait,
Don't Be Late.
Coz Lord Knows That Syd Don't Care,
If Life Ain't Alll Nice, and All That's Fair.
What's the Need To Get Along?
She'll Rip Your Eyes Out With Knives and Tongs.
Talk To The Hand Or Fist if You Will,
She'll Make You Cry And Head For The Hill.