I am starving I need some bread First we dance Now I go and sit down
Oh it's my turn Get to stomp all around Oh wow, there's a jet in the sky! Oh no dang!
All these giraffes give me glances cause I dance in the sun Oh now I kick cause there's dust in my lungs Can anybody tell me where I am? Always wonder why it smells like the trash If you know what I mean
Cute bird! No no no no no no no no! I say no no! And then I say yes yes yes Hey look a motorcycle I do this and glisten in the sun and I know
You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta!
Paint the sofa, go to bed Steal some snow then buy an egg Show your muscles, work on walking You know how to dance! Baga baga!
I'm gonna get some peaches, gonna put 'em in a pan And then I'll pour the onions in And now I spin!
I'm tough! Yeah, I'm a quality koala teacher At least I'm better than these people on the floor
Y'all are freaking me out, then I dance kinda hard Gonna sit down here - Ow! Somebody must have lost a spiky ball!
No no no no no no no no! I say no no! And then I say yes yes yes I'm riding on a leopard And now I'm punching out my rage and I know
You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta!
I'm feeling low Gotta stop the train while I go boo-hoo
I'm feeling low In my soul So I keep on dancing!
You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta! You took a sample of my pasta!
I'm feeling low Gotta stop the train while I go boo-hoo I'm feeling low In my soul
Compositor: Kevin Lee Ryan (Bad Lip Reading) ECAD: Obra #44780694