Lyrics
[rumpus moshing]
Heh!
[guitar screeching]
Mostly hair!
Heh!
I’m the Smeltmaster!
Staring, staring: the owl!
Staring!
[house bridge]
Uh!
Uh!
Rubbing my penis:
On a small, helpless rodent!
Uh!
[The brass section is horrified!]
[illegal, fully automatic, sawed off drum beat]
I like bread…
[guitar plucks to emphasize the weight of the statement]
For makin’ toast!
[jungle drums]
Turn on the lights…
[Someone needs to throw some water on the drummer.]
Look at my sores!
[Drummer dies of exhaustion.]
[inept strumming and strained plucking]
Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me!
Touch me, touch me now!
I’m hard…
On a small, helpless rodent.
Meaning difficult.
Aaaahhhhhhooooooowww…..
[shovel guitar starts digging]
I’m hard…
For makin’ toast!
[rap piano]
[heavy metal choir]
I’m the smeltmaster!
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
[shovel guitar digs its own grave]
Feelin’ the cheese!
Touch me, touch me now!
[choir]
From the meaning of the universe,
To you, yourself, at home:
Here we are,
For those who moan.
Oh, just stop.
[cough]
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