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letra de mr. mcfoob - rushad eggleston

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[intro]

now, speaking of the imagination:
sometimes you like to just get wild, for no reason…
because you can! because that’s one of the things you can do
if you got a brain! let’s go – [nonsense noises] –
this is a song about mr. mcfoob, and it’s a jazzy number

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mrrroww!
who let the cat in?!

ah, here he comes again!

i come lumpa-bee, squinka-gee, squow
narped on the nape of the nippabombs now
one time, two times, enough for the st–ze
of a please-knox gibberounx bat-cuv-kaleez
thermadore, prumple-ore, mortgage on it’s milk
never thought the nubcap was born of the silk
but the man’s cacktaclan mumbled up the merc
cause vair wasn’t worth the trouble

double over under back
spatula smack-a-lack
and how the thunder-b-tter’s
beevils a blakunack
do you wash in the tub, or give your body a scrub
or is it only in the dark that you jip the jub?

hubnubby and a blub-skubby
and a joke-jack, wig-squack
a never looking back
cause, cause it’s time to take a ride on the side
of the triple-wide doberark galaxy side

skipping up knees, borked on the bees
scrim-scam scappulan sc-mmermark skees
no time to die up, dry up, withering
a flower death, rose breath, dork-dwark dweez

mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, tell me ’bout the fourth dimension
mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, tell me bout the number cat’s day on the green
mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, tell me ’bout the fourth dimension
mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, now tell me bout the number cat’s day on the green

[hound-dog sounds]

num-nummy, nuppa-nup
narpy narp nays!
fuff uff uhfluffurlup ufuffeflut fays!
fogan bunummbernut numbbergut th-nays
tripled up a actulon to uffermut’s ways

eight times goat-head malamute blogs
fight ford bumbuloid to uhntgounce fogs
no it’s not yours, no you can’t pan
get away geckuloid to gut-mouse-ned
you just a tumourcat tupping up blouns
you might as well offer up jigs for the jown
hold fast to the noon-task, b-tt mask
and face the wind of galeemisch

so sparks peenich
gelastulated weenich
finger-box joible-hox, gleerp gleerp gleebich
you don’t know, and neither do i!
that’s why we’re lost in the middle of the sky
cause you heard about up, you know about down
you’re pretty good at circling around and around
you know about spatulas, and rocketships, and clowns
but have you ever heard of besnerd or bazsnoud?
eeeeeeuurrrghhhaaaah!

mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, tell me ’bout the fourth dimension
mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, tell me bout the number cat’s day on the green
mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, tell me ’bout the fourth dimension
mr. mcfoob, mr. mcfoob, tell me bout the number cat’s day on the green

let me translate it for you. into another language, okay- (trails off)

mista mcfoi- [gibberish in time to music]

- rushad eggleston

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