Jun Jun:
Now what? Here we squat off the stump.
Abitibi abitibi.
All twisty, my Quisty, what’s that thump?
Abitibi-abitibi.
Quisty:
Pygmalion with his chisel
replacing Galatea
sculpting a babe with more sizzle
replacing Galatea.
Jun Jun:
For him, it’s marble, just a lump.
tibidabo tibidabo
For all his art, he’s still a chump.
tibidabo tibidabo
Quisty:
Would you leave me if I fizzle?
–For Pyg and Gal, love tastes flat—
Replace me if I start to grizzle?
–For Gal and Pyg, their love went splat.
Jun Jun:
You’re fresh, we mesh, you still can stun!
tum dum a lum yum yum
Quisty:
You’re swole, so fun, a soul man-bun!
tum dum a lum yum yum
Quisty:
I’ll pop up with a twizzle,
twirl like an ice-skater.
When Pyg gapes, grab his chisel.
Trip that woman-hater.
Jun Jun:
Gal, shove his statue! crush ole Pyg!
Give him a good chumtrizzle!
His woman scorned— his final gig.
A good chumtrizzle!