Songtext Escape from robot island von Mc Lars

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Escape from robot island

LARS: August 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay,
When we went straight to that island
On that momentous day.
To explore it, not ignore it, like Christopher C.
MNP and Lars H., pioneers adrift at sea.
And so we went ashore,
Knowing not what was in store,
Till there came a crazy noise that we could not ignore.
Fourteen robo-primates, they came straight for us,
Nasty and ugly, like a zit brimming with puss.
So we hopped into our boat, hoping it would float,
Till we found a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat.
And a big hole remained at the bottom of our craft,
As it began to sink, the robo-creatures laughed.
Then out of the woods came more robots by the dozens,
Daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins
Whole robo-families, thirsting for blood.
Vampiric evil machines caked in oil, grease, and blood.
CHORUS
Escape from Robot Island,
Well take them to the desert
Trip their circuits and fry them.
Cant stay in Robot Island,
These robots are maniacal,
Lets beat them up and hide them.
Get out of Robot Island,
Don't want to be your robo-lunch,
Your robo-canned-food-blend.
Delete Robot Island, you evil R2D2s,
Now it's time to meet your end.
MNP: what's that you say, boy haven't you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird?
I want to smack you right now in the face,
But they're locked on me, stalking this place.
Today has been a scary day,
These robots they don't want to play,
Their bodies are metallic gray,
Their wires look like plastic hay.
These robots chased us through the night,
Everybody knows that I put up a fight
To the different kinds, they blow my mind,
Giant eyeball watching me reading my mind.
There are fury ones with blades
Coming out of their fur,
Robots riding chariots just like Ben-Hur,
A ton that will toss you in a chasm,
Balls that drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, round ones, long ones,
Little ones, green ones, right ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, these things attack,
Model ZX goes for your sack.
Big metal teeth aint too friendly.
Mechanical death? that's not for me!
All the different Doomsday Machines,
We have to stop them with live-or-die means.
They have their cold metallic hearts,
Soulless just like Kinkade's art,
We need to learn to play the part,
Getting out alive is where well start.
Saving ourselves, see that is our mission,
Like Im running from the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
On the run and this aint no dream.
REPEAT CHORUS
MNP: Hiding out on the tree house floor,
Evil bots knocking at the door.
LARS: We climbed up here to get away
And weve been stuck all night and day.
MNP: We built a gun, quadruple barreled,
Quiver filled with acid arrows.
LARS: There was a chainsaw that we found,
Like Ash we wielded it around.
MNP: We used it like a robot shank,
Little did we know the chain would break.
LARS: We hat a copper melting pot,
Filled with oil very hot.
MNP: It burned right through the wooden planks,
They climbed up and they said, Thanks.
LARS: They want violence, not harmless pranks.
MNP: Run, Lars, run, just like Tom Hanks.
ROBOT: Foolish humans, time to die,
Well gobble you up like ham on rye.
LARS: Weve done everything that we can do;
It was up to me, now it's up to you.
MNP: The arrows, we still have those,
Lets fire them and see how it goes.
ROBOT: Foolish humans, that wont work.
Well get you both, prepare to hurt.
Your blood will drip,
Your blood will spurt and
Youll be six feet under dirt.
MNP: So this is what it feels like being the prey?
The early bot gets the human, or so they say.
LARS: Wait! it's time to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never went to Russia or owned a private jet.
I never kissed a lion or went bowling nude,
Ive never gone hang gliding or had hamster food.
MNP: Pull yourself together man,
Youre getting me annoyed.
Lets not go out in shame!
Lets go out shooting droids.
You forgot about my Remington
Taped to my Smith & Wesson,
My aim is next to perfect,
Lets teach these things a lesson.
Stop!
ROBOT: No!
LARS: Shoot!
MNP: Yes, Im about to do it.
LARS: Go! MNP: Ha!
LARS: Nice, but were not half-way through it.
There's eight-hundred more,
And youve only got two bullets.
MNP: If anyone can make it,
MNP and Lars can do it.
LARS: you're right MNP,
Lets overcome our fears,
Machines wont run humanity
Like twisted engineers.
REPEAT CHORUS

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LARS: August 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay, 
When we went straight to that island 
On that momentous day. 
To explore it, not ignore it, like Christopher C. 
MNP and Lars H., pioneers adrift at sea. 
And so we went ashore, 
Knowing not what was in store, 
Till there came a crazy noise that we could not ignore. 
Fourteen robo-primates, they came straight for us, 
Nasty and ugly, like a zit brimming with puss. 
So we hopped into our boat, hoping it would float, 
Till we found a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat. 
And a big hole remained at the bottom of our craft, 
As it began to sink, the robo-creatures laughed. 
Then out of the woods came more robots by the dozens, 
Daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins 
Whole robo-families, thirsting for blood. 
Vampiric evil machines caked in oil, grease, and blood. 
CHORUS 
Escape from Robot Island, 
Well take them to the desert 
Trip their circuits and fry them. 
Cant stay in Robot Island, 
These robots are maniacal, 
Lets beat them up and hide them. 
Get out of Robot Island, 
Don't want to be your robo-lunch, 
Your robo-canned-food-blend. 
Delete Robot Island, you evil R2D2s, 
Now it's time to meet your end. 
MNP: what's that you say, boy haven't you heard? 
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird? 
I want to smack you right now in the face, 
But they're locked on me, stalking this place. 
Today has been a scary day, 
These robots they don't want to play, 
Their bodies are metallic gray, 
Their wires look like plastic hay. 
These robots chased us through the night, 
Everybody knows that I put up a fight 
To the different kinds, they blow my mind, 
Giant eyeball watching me reading my mind. 
There are fury ones with blades 
Coming out of their fur, 
Robots riding chariots just like Ben-Hur, 
A ton that will toss you in a chasm, 
Balls that drill you like in Phantasm. 
Tall ones, short ones, round ones, long ones, 
Little ones, green ones, right ones, wrongs. 
Batteries not included, these things attack, 
Model ZX goes for your sack. 
Big metal teeth aint too friendly. 
Mechanical death? that's not for me! 
All the different Doomsday Machines, 
We have to stop them with live-or-die means. 
They have their cold metallic hearts, 
Soulless just like Kinkade's art, 
We need to learn to play the part, 
Getting out alive is where well start. 
Saving ourselves, see that is our mission, 
Like Im running from the firm in the novel by Grisham. 
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King, 
On the run and this aint no dream. 
REPEAT CHORUS 
MNP: Hiding out on the tree house floor, 
Evil bots knocking at the door. 
LARS: We climbed up here to get away 
And weve been stuck all night and day. 
MNP: We built a gun, quadruple barreled, 
Quiver filled with acid arrows. 
LARS: There was a chainsaw that we found, 
Like Ash we wielded it around. 
MNP: We used it like a robot shank, 
Little did we know the chain would break. 
LARS: We hat a copper melting pot, 
Filled with oil very hot. 
MNP: It burned right through the wooden planks, 
They climbed up and they said, Thanks. 
LARS: They want violence, not harmless pranks. 
MNP: Run, Lars, run, just like Tom Hanks. 
ROBOT: Foolish humans, time to die, 
Well gobble you up like ham on rye. 
LARS: Weve done everything that we can do; 
It was up to me, now it's up to you. 
MNP: The arrows, we still have those, 
Lets fire them and see how it goes. 
ROBOT: Foolish humans, that wont work. 
Well get you both, prepare to hurt. 
Your blood will drip, 
Your blood will spurt and 
Youll be six feet under dirt. 
MNP: So this is what it feels like being the prey? 
The early bot gets the human, or so they say. 
LARS: Wait! it's time to die? I don't want to go yet! 
I never went to Russia or owned a private jet. 
I never kissed a lion or went bowling nude, 
Ive never gone hang gliding or had hamster food. 
MNP: Pull yourself together man, 
Youre getting me annoyed. 
Lets not go out in shame! 
Lets go out shooting droids. 
You forgot about my Remington 
Taped to my Smith & Wesson, 
My aim is next to perfect, 
Lets teach these things a lesson. 
Stop! 
ROBOT: No! 
LARS: Shoot! 
MNP: Yes, Im about to do it. 
LARS: Go! MNP: Ha! 
LARS: Nice, but were not half-way through it. 
There's eight-hundred more, 
And youve only got two bullets. 
MNP: If anyone can make it, 
MNP and Lars can do it. 
LARS: you're right MNP, 
Lets overcome our fears, 
Machines wont run humanity 
Like twisted engineers. 
REPEAT CHORUS