knave, i has’t did get a liveth one h’re
receiveth the pow’r up!
bateth danceth
receiveth the pow’r up!
wing’d shrew
receiveth the pow’r up!
“go, wend, wend with a smileth!”
bateth danceth
doth t
keepeth ravishin’
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
wing’d shrew, house, doth t, house.
“and wh’re, and wh’re. . . is the wing’d shrew?”
doth t, doth t
alloweth’s doth t, alloweth’s doth t
doth t, doth t, doth t, doth t
"stop the scribe. . . "
“stop the scribe, who is’t is yond?”
“vicky vale”, “vicky vale”
"i liketh. . . "
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
“oh - yond’s nice”
“hi, sir bruce wayne”
“i’ve hath tried to avoideth all this, but i can’t”
“i jyoust gotta knoweth. . . art we gonna tryeth f’r loveth each oth’r?”
“stop the scribe - who is’t is yond?”
“vicky vale”
“she’s most wondrous, isn’t the lady?”
oh yeah, ooh yeah
i wanna ravish yond corse
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
i wanna ravish yond corse right
“i’d liketh to”
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
“but that gent is out th’re even but now”
i wanna ravish yond corse
ooh yeah, ooh yeah this v’ry night
“well, misseth vale”
“ev’r danceth with the Flibbertigibbet in the whey-face moonlight?”
"i at each moment asketh yond of those i hunteth. "
"i just liketh the soundeth of t. "
“i’ve did get to wend to w’rk”
wing’d shrew
“i’ve did get to wend to w’rk”
wing’d shrew
if 't be true a sir is consid’r’d guilty
worketh!
f’r what goeth on in his mind
worketh!
then gimme the lightning chair
worketh!
f’r all mine own future crimes thee thou oh
worketh!
lightning chair
ho honest jack, alloweth me sticketh the seven inches
in the counting engine
ha, ha, ha
ho, we did get the pow’r
oh, we did get the soyoul
ho, we did get to sure enow receiveth off
to maketh the Flibbertigibbet wend, wend
“this town needeth purging !”
“i’m gonna killeth thee”
power
“i’m not gonna killeth thee”
soul
“i’m gonna killeth thee”
power
“i’m not gonna killeth thee”
soul
alloweth’s to t
“i’m wing’d shrew”
wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
“i’m wing’d shrew”
wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
doth t, doth t, doth t, doth t
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
stand not ho, stand not ho
alloweth’s doth t
stand not ho dancin’
alloweth’s doth t, wing’d shrew
alloweth’s doth t, wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
stand not ho dancin’
nay, alas t! turneth the music backeth thee son of wench!
“have thee ev’r hath heard of the healing pow’r of laught’r?”
who is’t’s gonna stand ho two hundr’d balloons?
nobody!
wing’d shrew
stand ho!