Richie, Richie, free him now, 'Cus if you don't it's "pow, pow, pow", Down you go in a pool of blood, "He should have been, freed he should",
Walking the streets, all alone, Richie calls me on my phone. "When, my friend, will I be free?" "I'm not quite sure, my friend Rich-ie"
So as I go, about my day, I think of Richie, in every way "I wonder what, he's doing now" "I wish I'could free him, but I don't know how"
"Chupazziel, and Voimis too", "They just won't let me free you", "Man that sucks, I wanna' come home", "Don't worry fam, you're not alone", "We're all here, 'waiting your return", "Those other bastards, will surely burn",
So I go by the gym, just one day, And through the window, I'm shocked to say, I see Chupazziel, flexing hard, Practicing his strongarm, for that retard By that I mean Jimi, he just won't fuc-king, Free Richie.