As I rode out one winter's day

Through the silver arches

I spied a lady in a silver dress

And I heard her whisper



We got a plan and we're gonna do bad

We got a plan and we're gonna do bad

We got a plan, gonna make them mad



As I rode down to the dock one day

At the river's edge

I spied a ship filled with young girls

Who impart what they said



We got a plan and we're gonna do bad

We got a plan and we're gonna do bad

We got a plan, gonna make them mad



As I rode out through the wharf one day

I spied a golden apple

The darkest prophet appeared to me

And said there would be trouble



'Cause we've been aching for oh so long

And we've been trying for oh so long

And we've been aching for oh so long



We got a plan and we're gonna do bad

We got a plan and we're gonna do bad

We got a plan, gonna make them mad