Translation: Pedro Guerra. Cartoons.
I am the very model of a cartoon individual My animation's comical, unusual and whimsical I'm quite adept at funny gags, comedic theory I have read From
I like to live like I'm in a cartoon Yes, I'm chasing you all around the room I beat your, beat your brains out, that's how I flirt Oh, it's a vicious
I'm not good with numbers I just count on knowing when I'm high enough A mule with only two legs counting steps Toward dangling carrots don't add up
Now everybody's looking after me If I'm dragging by some coat tail I can't see it's too dark But I've got to know what's got the best of me When the
I was thinkin' the other day "What if cartoons got saved? They'd start singing praise In a whole new way" Yeah, I was thinkin' the other day "What if
It smells like [Group] (ARRRGGGGHHH!!!) [Space Ghost] It smells like Cartoon Planet Woo-Wee [Space Ghost] Zorak, prison pod Brak Brak [Zorak] Barn yard animals
[Space Ghost] One day I bumped into this Bigshot, TV guy I know He said I'm really desparate Would you like to host a show? I says I'm kinda busy here
(yo ash, [whats up man], if you could have any cartoon chick who would it be?) [Its funny you ask that] Right of the bat I'll have Jessica rabbit,
You expose the film in me We're drawing rings around the world Sooner or later we will melt together And draw rings around the world With all those meteoric
Aisy Waisy let's go crazy, Aisy Waisy let's go crazy now Aisy Waisy let's go crazy, Aisy Waisy let's go crazy, Aisy Waisy let's go crazy, Aisy Waisy let
Uhh ehh uh ah ah Ting tang walla walla bing bang Uhh ehh uh ah ah Ting tang walla walla bing bang (Repeat x2) Duh Duh Duh DoDoDoDo Uhh ehh uh ah ah
Es zittern meine Beine, ich stehe ganz alleine, am Asphalt, und mir ist kalt... und mir ist kalt... Die Luft ist voller Nebel, und der unsichtbare Knebel
Hey, witch doctor give us the magic word All right, you go ooo, ooo, ooo, ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bang bang, all right Ooo, eee, ooo ah ah ting
I'm gonna miss your wave Your sin, your smell, your smile, oh In an anxious attempt to let you know Dancing on the roof Of some cartoon showroom But
A break in time, flourescent sign. How they listen I don't know. It's a sympathetic show of cliched words to go, a sale on four, and "S's" in the eyes
This war's okay In a sweet old fashioned way Like a game we play Guilty of something we forgot I wasn't staring I was just looking far away Dazzled by
linda ryan in the sky i've seen her laughing but i've never seen her cry she took a fireman it was a half empty flight he brought his hose and everything