He used to get mad a me When I would talk with mommy He'd take a big stick and beat the heck Out of me Until he met the blue rider Now he's wearing a coat of arms Now he his a fertile king We never leave early We're never on time The people don't know when we will arrive They would wait in Really long lines Until we met the blue rider Now we're a prompt band Now we're a prom band Rockin' to the (?) greater The blue rider The blue rider The blue rider The blue rider Blue rider She could never stay Inbetween the lines She'd been in the second grade Nearly eight times And then she met the blue rider Now her penmanship's fine Badada bop bop da dat da Dadada dat dat da dat da Dadada dat dat da dat da Badada bop bop da dat da da da da da As he rode away (?) He had nothing more to say (?) He just rode away Rode away Rode away He just rode away (????) Blue rider (????) Blue rider