My trimaran, man,
Makes for a mothercrabbing
Lousy fishing boat
Lousy fishing boat!
Haven’t caught a single fish.
Must be the boat’s fault.
Must be the boat’s fault
What a boat? Sorry, I don’t
Speak Canadian
Speak Canadian
in just five easy lessons!
How much would you pay?
How much would you pay
To decide who lives and dies
It’s a gift for Crow
It’s a gift for Crow!
But it’s… uh… starting to ooze.
Return to sender.
Return to sender
I ordered no coffin, and
I’m not Tom Servo.
I’m not Tom Servo
Silently I observe all
Uatu’s my pal!
Uatu’s my pal
We watch bots watching movies
In the Gizmoplex
In the Gizmoplex
You can sail the seven seas!
In the Gizmoplex!
In the Gizmoplex,
I get to push the button!
All bow down to me!
All bow down to me!
I’m the god! Oh wait, my bad.
Manos is the god.
Manos is the god.
Torgo took care of the place.
He was, um, handy.
He was, um, handy.
“Would women find him handsome?”
Crassly asked Red Green.
Crassly asked Red Green,
“How much duct tape do we need
to repair that crack?”
(sorry for jumping back in line so quickly. I couldn’t resist writing a Red Green joke)
To repair that crack,
Old-Timer Billy Slater
Makes the kids do it.
Makes the kids do it:
Alien telepathy.
Wish I could use it.
Wish I could use it
The MIDI cord that I received
I don’t have keyboards
I don’t have keyboards
On Siri and Alexa
Solely I depend
Solely I depend
On the kindness of strangers.
It’s not going well.