Make his fight, on the town, in the early day
Always down deep inside
Burgling balls, on they roll, through the endless grey
On they steal, it's ideal, yes, but who's to say?
Ball is eyed, he will hide, why? He somehow knows
A thousand baths test his pride
So he dives, still alive, inside the rubbish can
Gone insane from the pain, yet his name's Dog Man
For whom the ball rolls
Crime marches on
For whom the ball rolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die
In this time, he always will
Blackened meow, massive meow, fills the crumbling sky
A hopeful goal fills his soul with an endless high
"We must do good! Even in the face of our own fears
"See the others, insincere?
"It never rolls for all y'all, these balls, but since you're here,
"We'll show those spheres what it means to fight the Supa Buddies!!"
For whom the ball rolls
Crime won't march on
For whom the ball rolls