Hop hop You came along my secret laboratory Spiky spiky bloody fangs hungry for my Qi
Hold up, mister Right there, mister Sit down, mister How about some retort pouch of curry Pouch of chili Pouch of MRE But you're rather picky
Well I'll make you something else Don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself Canto or Sichuan Jiangsu or Hunan No matter which one you pick I'll get it done
Zhajiangmian and Xiaolongbao Wonton and Chashao Delivery or takeout won't beat my retort pouch You're loving my retort I'm loving your retort You're my only retort You're my only retort
Crack crack You stretch your arms out asking for a hug Hidden under your talisman is your practiced smile
Come here, mister Help me, mister Right here, mister You took up my spoon Stirring curry Stirring chili That's when I realized We became family
Then he came A man in black and white He's holding laser guns and Bagua signs Then he aimed at your slimy skin And pulled the trigger Your head bursts
Shh I'll stitch you back up Don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself I'll give you plastic eyes And give you nylon hair And I'll make sure I get your talisman repaired Shark fin soup or Dim sum Dumpling or Peking duck Nothing I make is gonna bring that charm inside you back But you're still my RTRT But you're still my RTRT I'm seeking for RTRT I'm seeking for RTRT
Hop hop You came along my secret laboratory Spiky spiky bloody fangs hungry for my Qi
Hold up, mister Right there, mister Sit down, mister How about some retort pouch of curry Pouch of chili Pouch of MRE But you're rather picky
Well I'll make you something else Don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself Canto or Sichuan Jiangsu or Hunan No matter which one you pick I'll get it done
Zhajiangmian and Xiaolongbao Wonton and Chashao Delivery or takeout won't beat my retort pouch You're loving my retort I'm loving your retort You're my only retort You're my only retort
Crack crack You stretch your arms out asking for a hug Hidden under your talisman is your practiced smile
Come here, mister Help me, mister Right here, mister You took up my spoon Stirring curry Stirring chili That's when I realized We became family
Then he came A man in black and white He's holding laser guns and Bagua signs Then he aimed at your slimy skin And pulled the trigger Your head bursts
Shh I'll stitch you back up Don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself I'll give you plastic eyes And give you nylon hair And I'll make sure I get your talisman repaired Shark fin soup or Dim sum Dumpling or Peking duck Nothing I make is gonna bring that charm inside you back But you're still my RTRT But you're still my RTRT I'm seeking for RTRT I'm seeking for RTRT
