What about the grunt samples George? Did you get anything?
Okay Mark. By the size of the grunts I get the impression he lives in a forest stroke valley, two miles by maybe fifty foot wide.
Good.
(Gotta get that grunt sample)
(Gotta get that grunt sample)
(Gotta get that grunt sample)
We wonder what we’re here for
We pray this thing’s got rhythm
It’s much to high for Robins
We’ll fight all night and right that wrong
Making sure this world is safe and strong
We’re in the world of crime and spare?
Gonna blow away this slime and crap
She’s such a wicked witch
She’s such a wicked witch
She’s such a wicked witch
We wonder what we’re here for
Buried deep, deep inside the forest
Don’t you throw buns are the raven
We fought all night putting right that wrong
Making sure this world is safe and strong
We’ll rid the world of crime and spare?
Gonna blow away this slime and crap
Here she comes on her broom stick
Here she comes on her broom stick
Here she comes on her broom stick
Here she comes on her broom stick
She’s such a wicked witch
Here she comes on her broom stick
She’s such a wicked witch
Here she comes on her broom stick
Here she comes on her broom stick
Here she comes on her broom stick
So who’s doing this to us Mark, and why?