Yodle-ay-hee-hoo! Yodle-ay-hah!

Whisk me out the window, baby — gravity’s a liar!

Dip it low — fry it slow!

Yodle-ay-hee-hah!

Microwave’s talking again — says the moon is on strike

Spoons are doing salsa, and my brain’s riding a bike

Sizzling on Saturn, I sauté with style

Pan on my head, I groove like denial

Who needs direction when the ceiling’s a floor?

Upside-down jam on the Martian dancefloor

My knees do the worm, my elbows go wack

Every step’s a thesis — I’m never going back

Boom! Shaka fry, in the nebula high!

I’m an oven with rhythm, bakin’ beats on the fly

Twist it, flip it, grease it with glow

Yodle-ay-hee-hoo! Just let your booty go!

Yodle-ay-hee-hoo, yodle-ay-hee-hah,

Swayin’ with the wind like la-dee-dah!

I’m sautéin’ dreams in my solar bra

Rattlin’ the stars in my cosmic spa!

Yodle-doodle zap!

I put butter on Mars and it called me “sir”

My toaster’s a prophet, it said “you’re the blur”

Jumped out the window but fell into space

Now up is left and down’s in my face

Reality’s soup, and I’m the spoon

Drippin’ basslines from Neptune’s lagoon

Shake that asteroid! Pop that ring!

I'm the beat-cookin’ chef of the Saturn swing!

Boom! Shaka fry, in the nebula high!

Whisk it wild, while your noodles cry

Flip it, dunk it, orbit the show

Yodle-ay-hee-hah! Let that belly roll!

A fried egg whispers: “You are the groove.”

Microwaves bow, and planets move

Yodle-ay-hee-yow! This ain’t a game

It’s a gravy-drenched spiral of undying flame

BOOM! Shaka fry, interstellar delight

Backflip into sauce with my cheeks held tight

Twist it, flip it, ride that bass snow

Yodle-ay-hee-HOO! LET THE UNIVERSE BLOW!

Whisk me away, no map, no shame

I’m the spatula god in a quantum flame

Yodle-ay-hee-hah... yodle...

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