Supercalifreakylicious:
half the carbs, and still nutritious.
You’ll use all of your three wishes
tryin’ to front like you’re still vicious
in the kitchen doing dishes,
making coffee for the missus –
don’t you even try to dis’ this,
you’ll be swimmin’ with the fishes.
Extradociouscalifunky:
half your life spent kicking monkeys;
now you’re someone else’s flunky –
don’t you even try to punk me.
I’ve got moves that outflank crunky,
demolition derby junky —
got the style that’s never clunky
in both smooth and super chunky.
Freakidikisupranova:
You’ll cry when the party’s over;
knee-deep now, but not in clover,
once you come back as Red Rover.
I ain’t trying to lord it over
but you’re grumbling now, like Grover.
Your flag, like the cliffs of Dover;
out the way, come on, move over.
Superdupercalidotion:
put away your foolish notions;
like the power of the ocean
in a medicated lotion,
I will set my mind in motion
and flood all your land of Goshen.
No use starting a commotion —
I’ll be getting your promotion.
Supercalifreakylinger:
No, don’t even lift a finger;
what small hope of yours still lingers?
Can’t you hear the round bell ringer
Tolling for you, the death bringer?
Look out, here comes the big stinger:
I’m the song AND yeah, the singer;
The swang is swung, and I’m the swinger.
19 NOV 2010
