Under the island, middle of a mountain
There is a big bad boomin' system
Blowin' speakers, woofers and tweeters
Amplifiers, melted wires
The parties exploded, the core is corroded
Underground of Puget Sound
'Causin' a shiftin', and a driftin'
Big black boom box, stuck in the hot rocks
It's in there flowin', it's in there growin'
You don't believe me, that this scenery
Could be a cold blooded killer

It's gonna blow, volcano
It's gonna blow, volcano
It's gonna blow, (volcano), go

Now the island is shiftin', plates are liftin'
The core is creamy, docile and dreamy
Stopped up and steamy
Happy campers, poop in their Pampers
When the mountain becomes a fountain
Of white hot lava, molten magma
Super sonic, plate tectonics
Stereophonic, lava and tonic
The boom is bionic
Sony shut down, Magnavox meltdown
Ballistic breakdown
Hi-fi heatwave, lo-fi lava cave
That sulfur smells is Mount St. Helens
Pompeii was yellin'

It's gonna blow, volcano
It's gonna blow, volcano
It's gonna blow, volcano
It's gonna blow, (volcano), go

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Christopher Weldon Ballew, David Michael Dederer