Verse 1
*Ahem*
Mi mi mi mi miiiiiiiii
Iii am the Great Mighty Poo
and I'm going to thrrrow my shit at you!
A huge supply of tish
come from my chocolate starfish.
How about some scat you little twat?
Verse 2
Do you rrreally think you'll survive in here?
You don't seem to know which crreek you're in
sweet corn is the only thing
that makes it thrrough my rrear.
How d'you think I keep this lovely grrin?
*ting*
(Spoken, text not shown) Have some more caviar.
Verse 3
Now I'm rrreally getting rrrather mad.
You're like a niggly, tickly, shitty little tag nut.
When I've knocked you out with all my bab
I'm going to take your head and rrram it up my butt!
Conker: Your butt.
GMP: My butt.
Conker: Your butt.
GMP: That's rright, my butt!
Conker: (shudders)
GMP: My butt!
Conker: (yelps in horror)
GMP: MY BUUUUUUTT!
Verse 4
(each line is carried one pitch higher)
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhh!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
