Vulgarian Rhapsberry
Is this the English life-
It seems quite dull for/to me
Caught in a landlock-
No Escape to Vulgarity
Cover your eyes-
It would be wise for thee
They are just poor souls, far to refined for we-
The sun comes up and we glow
In the dark, don't you know
Watch out where the wind blows
We just had an omelet with radishes and broccoli
Mam'la I just tripped a man.
He stepped upon my skirts
Now he's lying in the dirt
Pap'la we want only fun
But now these boring English will not come out and play
Mam'la oooo
I cannot catch a man
If we do not have husbands this time tomorrow
Let's go home, Let's go home- where the colors really matter
(Skip to)
There is Cerebella looking at a fella
He's in tights, He's in tights and he's doing the caraboushka
Little Lemonyella needs a worthy fella too
(A fight breaks out between Cera and Lemon)
(Not quite sure how we're doing the rest of this so I'm typing the Rhapsody lyrics except for where Brucella's name is entered)
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from his monstrosity
Easy come, easy go- Will you let me go
Brucella! No! We will not let you go-
Let him go!
Brucella, No! We will not let you go-
Let him go!
Brucella, No! We will not let you go-
Let me go!
Will not let you go!
Let me go!
Will not let you go!
Let me go!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, -
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia
Let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby- can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out- just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...