Pew Pew Pew
Pew! Pew! Pew!
With my little Chicom
Don’t you know that she’s the bomb!
Got my level 2 vest and my little Chicom
Oh Baby! The fight is on!
The enemy is all around
But my little Chicom didn’t let me down
We took a beating
But she kept on repeating
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Pew! Pew! Pew!
We put two down and a third ran away
Just so he could fight another day
But now my little Chicom,
You must know,
It seems it’s time to go.
I’ve got a very long way to run
And I just found me a bigger gun!
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