I drove a Hatchetman
In a FedCom med lance I did ride
Griff and Enforcers by my side
Many Cappellans by my AC/10 were slayed
Many a Drac spilled all their lifeblood on my blade
The Clanners headchopped me in 3051
But I am far from done

I drove a Bull Shark
The enigmatic joy and pride
Of the lost Minnesota Tribe
My thumper cannon brought both mechs and buildings low
So UACs and LBX could strike the killing blow
And when their rounds cooked off, they said that I got killed
But I am fighting still

I was a color man
I called mech fights for SBC
Between slugs of Fireball whiskey
My drunken antics, both upon and off the screen
Brought joy to fans the likes of which had been unseen
When my liver quit there was no donor to be found
But I am still around
I'll always be around, and around, and around, and around...

I fly a Phoenix Hawk
Across the macroscopic sky
Where there's much more than meets the eye
I'll find a place to rest and when I wake once more
Maybe I'll be in Valhalla, training for the final war
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But still, I will remain
And I'll be back again and again and again and again...