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Dan Bull

Deadpool Song (Deadpool Song)

 

Deadpool Song (Deadpool Song)

(álbum: Generation Gaming XII - 2017)


Intro!
Forced laughter!
Ha, ha, ha
Declaration of excitement!
Buildup, buildup [repeat]
Drop!

This is a song that's self-referential
By Dan Bull about a fellow called Deadpool, ha
Both dead cool, both mental,
Both use terms that are frowned on in general. Hey!

We're giving you a heart attack
The proper medical term for that's "cardiac". Ha!
We put in two hundred percent
You're probably only doing about half of that

Who's this beautiful dude doing martial arts?
Hey, where's Miss Marple at?
I'm a marvelous marvel of marvel you marvel at
Throwing marbles at marmosets
Wearing a tight black and red pajama set
Nomming marmalade because I'm Marvin, mate
And now I gotta dash because I'm rather late
For the hook in which I lazily chant my name!

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well, it's all in your head
Pool to the dead, to the dead, to the pool,
Oh! Bikinis! Head to the pool

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well its all in your head
Impress mildly be you'll backwards this read bro story cool

So scratch that Deadpool itch
Live stream it all on twitch
Self referential kitsch
Auto-tuned to perfect pitch

Call women "hoe" and "bitch"
Then repeat until you're rich
It's pronounced "niche" not "nich"
Oh, no, YouTube just glitched

There's too much anger
Give me a chimichanga
I'm a chubby wanker
I can't read the signs well enough to see the dan-gar
Oh, hang on, cheeky banter!
And I'm fidgety, rowdy, skittish,
Inexplicably sounding British
Round up critics that down-vote this
And skip their life story to the finish

With so many fates to save the world from
Who will step to the plate?
Wade Will, son!
I make you disappear from the net
Like your name was Tom Milson. Sorry, Tom!

I was running out of rhymes for Wilson
Even though I just had the opportunity to change it
I still said Wilson,
And now I've done it again!
We should probably bring the fills in

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well, it's all in your head
Pool to the dead, to the dead, to the pool,
Oh! Bikinis! Head to the pool

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well its all in your head
Impress mildly be you'll backwards this read bro story cool

This song is for sale!
You have money!
Go on, treat yourself!
Have you noticed how many of Dan Bull's song ends really suddenly on the final word?

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