"Nunchucks!" lyrics

Do you wanna fight on Saturday night?
Just name the place, the ruckus will be there
It's a dojo storm, you have been warned
Anticipation crackles in the air
To the weapons rack, prepare the attack
Selections made with leather gloved hands
We need no sword, we serve no lord
The combat will be close so make a stand
Join the cult of coldest steel
Leather jackets will conceal

Soldier, stand by, wait for the green light
Whoa, I see my tiger in your eye

Wipe that look right off your face
Whoa, nunchucks!
I'll take on every man in this place
Whoa, nunchucks!

Technique I teach, practice I preach
Would a schnook have his own nunchuk handbook?
Master fighter confers the mitre
I bless you in the name of the nunchaka-ka-ka-ka
I shun the blade and work the lathe
A buffet of melee, a ballet of flay-play
Swift repercussions and numerous concussions
Self-inflicted strikes the game I play
Arcing blows like crescent moons
To criticism I'm immune

See my jeans tight, sunglasses at night
Armies of the night come for the big fight

Wipe that look right off your face
Whoa, nunchucks!
I'll take on every man in this place
Whoa, nunchucks!

Nunchucks!...