The potion that they make It only takes an hour to brew The ingredients are of greedy intrails And the blood of our recruits I'm talkin' coke I'm talkin' Broken Glowsticks I'm talkin' a feather from his father's top, yeah I'm talkin' "woahs!" I'm talkin' "ooos!" and "wah wahs!" They put that pedal In the metal pie, yeah Here's a bag It's filled with money For whoever gets it first Here's a bag! It's filled with money! To whoever makes it quick and clean The Queen will click her heels And send you back to Papa's field The Queen will clack her heels And send you back to Papa's field (She's a cutter) I'm talkin' coke I'm talkin' broken glowsticks I'm talkin' coke I'm talkin' broken glowstick And I won't ever make it No I won't ever make it home Cause they won't ever let me go They will never let me go home I'm talkin' broken glowsticks I'm talkin' broken glowsticks Talkin' broken glowsticks Broken Glowsticks