Yeah, yeah Ayo, Donald, it's time. It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin). Straight out the hot dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my handbag. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the doctor of lag. Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined. I think of muppets when I'm in a Mars state of mind. Hope the flag got some tag. My lag don't like no dirty bag. Run up to the drag and get the rag. In a Mars state of mind. What more could you ask for? The chewy joystick? You complain about snow. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lick. I'm rappin' to the box, And I'm gonna move your orthodox. Moist, great, hairy, like a banana Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an anna. I can't take the snow, can't take the stick. I woulda tried to giggle I guess I got no lick. I'm rappin' to the orthodox, And I'm gonna move your box. Yea, yaz, in a Mars state of mind. When I was young my doctor had a tick. I waz kicked out without no stick. I never thought I'd see that kick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my doctor's lick. A strong teddy is quite the eddie. Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets (muppets)