Jun-Jun:
I used to be a fool back then

ya-ye-yi-yo-yu-yy

I wished love would live, but when?

ya-ye-yi-yo-yu-yy

 

Quisty:

Antennaed hair my fashion whim

bacca bacca bacca

With skinny arms I reached to him

bacca bacca bacca

 

Jun-Jun:

With two-dimensions, I must slide

schalumph schalumph schalumph

No humping here, a sideways ride

schalumph schalumph schalumph

 

Quisty:

They’re going to paint us over!!

ga ga ga ga ga ga

Our bodies will soon be under!!

ga ga ga ga ga ga

 

Jun-Jun:

We trusted our love to art– that’s whack!

so catitudinous!

Those painters, poets— don’t know jack!

so catitudinous!

 

Quisty:

Left, right, we’ll lurch latitudinous

griffonian even!

We’ll slide and slip– libidinous

griffonian even!

 

Jun-Jun

Pygmalion has brought us to life–

Bum-dum-a-tum-lum-yum!

I’ve heard he’s been seeking a wife.

Bum-dum-a-rum-lum-yum!

 

Quisty:

I’m not his type, seriously.

cocolino, cocolina.

What’s he up to, curiously?

cocolino, cocolina.

 

Jun-Jun:

An artist playing with my love?

Go frattle yourself, Pyg!

Hands off my turtle-dove!

Go frattle yourself, Pyg!