Na na na na

Na na na na na na

I really your falcon sketch, when I was bored they burn

Chopping your legs

You don′t know how hot I find these buns

Touch my face and you'll have to call

Jeeves when there′s bees on your sleeve

Now I have to go teach the kids to drink

Powdered goat bladders

But they want roast beef and you have no puppets

You gave them all to me

(Doesn't matter)

I don't care what you said

To the man with the black head

Where is the rubber band?

You′re ruining my plan

Down the street

Just go down the street

They′ve got the ultimate

Power in the universe

And before it gets better

It's getting worse

It′s not a satellite

But it can light up the sky

When it blows

(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh)

It's round, but

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It's not a moon)

Ah, look at her face

She′s happy as a tribble

Get my wedding suit

Boy you don′t got a clue

Girl you're crazy cute

I′m gonna kick some grits up on your face

Yeah, all right

Do you have any bunions or lesions upon you?

Let me check your feet

(Why?)

I don't like parasites

Or children of the night

A quail and his rubber beak

Are beautifully unique

(Bleep-bloop-bloam)

(Goodbye to your home)

They′ve got the ultimate

Power in the universe

And before it gets better

It's getting worse

It′s not a satellite

But it can light up the sky

When it blows

(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh)

It's round, but

(It's not a moon)

It′s not a moon

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It′s not a moon)

Death of a culture

The death of a culture

Somewhere the vulture

Somewhere the vulture

Is waiting for us in an erected sun

A sun with an ion gun

Evil comes in round shapes

(It's not a moon)

It′s not a moon

(It's not a moon)

It′s not a moon

(It's not a moon)

Listen to me, Greg

We already know you're a Gemini

Yeah but did you know I once had a huge spider bite on my neck?

Greg, you could never get down like a funky thing

′Cause you don′t live in the rhythm

This cheese is delicious and now

I've gotta put a brown thing in your face

I′m tired of you, Phil

Want you in a landfill

Someone make him stop

Put his bones in a box

Oh nice, Phil

Why don't you have a stroke?

They′ve got the ultimate

Power in the universe

And before it gets better

It's getting worse

It′s not a satellite

But it can light up the sky

When it blows

(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh)

It's round, but

(It's not a moon)

It′s not a moon

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It′s not a moon)

It's round, but

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It's not a moon)

Death of a culture

Death of a culture

(It′s not a moon)

It′s not a moon

(It's not a moon)

It′s not a moon

(It's not a moon)

Death of a culture

Death of a culture

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It′s not a moon)

It's not a moon

(It's not a moon)