Okay Willy, it seems it’s up to you and me
What a mess they got theirselves into !
*Throwing unconsious Crayon King over my shoulder*
Holy Moose, King ! All this booze will kill you !
Not to mention my back ! Is that lead in your shoes ?
Willy, you help Lady in Red
Be careful, she’s a bit fuddled
With all those Shirley’s that no wonder
And no doubt she’s also a bit muddled
No, no Willy, this ain’t no time for a cuddle !
Crachet, please let me help you
You look a bit pale, not getting sick my dear ?
I know you’re still in shock from Vegas
Too much muscles at the same time I fear
Come on Nursy, into that bus, be a dear.
Get over here, I need yar help
Moose won’t let go of this decanter
He seems to think it’s a decoder or so
Trying to decode the blinks of the Jinn/panter
Shhh, just let him be for now, no banter !
Yoo ONE FLEW OVER get of that bus
Ya know ya can’t really fly
Holy Moose what booze does to ya
One of these days you surely die
And yar tombstone’d say "he flew too high"
Hey Fudd, ya potato head
Getting on this bus or not ?
Or do ya really like to run
Behind this Silly-bus like a sot ?
If ya have to, go and plod !
Now Cat/Jinn, Jinn/Cat, whatever ya are
Like the clappers on that bus
I got a gut feeling you are
The key to the Silly-bus
And the magical syllable
Honker did ya see Tinkerbell ?
She was here just a minute ago
Trying to show me she could still fly
In a straight line, made quite a show
Ah ! There she is ! Asleep she’s pretty ya know
Now Willy I hope ya can drive
Cuz that’s something I never done
And steer this monster Silly-bus
To boldly go where none have gone
Off we Are into Area Fifty-One !
AND NO MORE BOOZE YA HEAR !!