In the time of molevolestation, extererotic, teresturbulation
Between galaxies wrought with contentions
By the power that be’s abstainexistance
Quinnioche «Ray-gun», the master of the lazerotic scum
Teresticular advantage, no Scoob he can’t outgun
Until he met Finelatia Tooth’s prophylactary defense, he tried to draw on her
his ray-gun and blasted on his leg
Let’s do battle, enemate
Let’s do battle in the rain
Let’s do battle, can you take me in front of these creatures? They’re willing
to pay
There’s just some problems a ray-gun can’t fix
There’s just some problems a ray-gun can’t fix
There’s just some problems a ray-gun can’t fix
There’s just some problems, there’s just some problems
Finelatia Tooth, a prostosapian by trade, was unimpressed, when she saw
Quinnioche’s sploogered leg
«Clean your gnarb,» she said «this duel isn’t over yet
The only way to beat this harlotreck is choke me with your love.»
Let’s do battle, enemate
Let’s do battle in the rain
Let’s do battle, can you take me in front of these creatures? They’re willing
to pay
Brain meets vagasm
Ten paces Quinnioche suffers from premature ray-gun ejactospasms
If there’s a Grod, 'Latia Tooth finally showed me The unadvarse knows no end to my glory
Galaximized I just dare them to stop us They’ll be ejizzmulated by our bukaucus
There’s just some problems a ray-gun can’t fix
There’s just some problems a ray-gun can’t fix
There’s just some problems a ray-gun can’t fix
There’s just some problems…
Let’s do battle, enemate
Let’s do battle in the rain
Let’s do battle, can you take me in front of these creatures? They’re willing
to pay
Brain meets vagasm
Ten paces Quinnioche suffers from premature ray-gun ejactospasms
There’s just some problems a ray-gun can’t fix
There’s just some problems, there’s just some problems