Blue Rider

He used to get mad at me when I would jive his mommy
He'd take a big stick and beat the heck out of me
Until we met the Blue Rider
Now he's wearing a coat of arms
Now he is 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 eleventh grader

The Blue Rider
The Blue Rider
The Blue Rider
Rider
Rider
Blue Rider

She could never stay in between the lines
She'd been in second grade nearly eight times
Then she met the Blue Rider
Now her penmanship's fine

Ba-da-da-ba-ba-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

As he rode away, he had nothing more to say
He just rode away, rode away, rode away
Then he rode away in the ship of colored palms
The Blue Rider, going to the hotel
The Blue Rider