Текст песни
Who do you seek, kids?
Well we seek the fruits of nature
UMCs, that's their names
We searched for miles around
And found dead blue cheese
Off the shores of the isle
Emphatically the answer was "yes,"
Knowing that the men were residing somewhere near
"Hip-hip-hooray-hoorah" was the estimated shout of
the children all drenched in cheer
Come out, wherever you are, UMCs it's we
Who?
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a
man with a mic in his hand
Well yes I am the man, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Yes you are
Certainly endowed with the graces of a good style
Fun for all, for the children of afar
Follow me now on the path to the mountain chill
When I reach the top, what should I shout?
What should I shout? What should I shout? What should I shout?
I have no idea, then again, I don't know why fear would be
Relevant in situations such as so
Unless the element required to give such a blow
Was never there
My structural craft is what attracts
All to the man, the kids of Never Never Land
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a
man with a mic in his hand
In time you find my main mode of thinking is thinking about
Reaching new objectives until all shout
A U-Man's a true man!
Precisely, when every man is you
And every dream you ever had came true
When you flock to my plan
You're watching all the actions that I do to make the world anew
Uba dooba catch the Kim Maneuver
World-improver, call me "super duper"
Now I'll mark your course
Your course is picked, preparations are made
Trust in me, because your course was picked
My lifestyle is K.I.C.K, causin' no trick
School yard's open, playtime has come
My lyrics and chants so run
Hurry before It's done
Well here we are, sir!