Brass Bound Swing

Four feet seven the wawario Is waiting for the help of his

bro,

Killing derio soldiers without a plan.

Like the every daily

doom that bothers the wawario,

Could I do something to make him win,

Inside my little chamber made of glass.

So he lived the Wawario,

Wawario

With his hand on his gun

So he stands To watch the whole wide world From a station

Way up high in the sky

With the core in his eyes Ain't it nice The life forever

for

Wawarios!

nine feet seven the Wawaluigi,

Is waiting for the solution to the problems,

Turned into atoms still without a plan.

Yet the every daily Hope that powered the Wawaluigi,

Would never cower off of its path,

Even if scattered I am more than energy!

So he lived the Wawaluigi,

Wawaluigi, With his hand,

on the totem So he stands To watch the whole wide world

From a temple Way up high in the sky

With the rocket passing by

Ain't it nice The life forever for

Wawaluigis!