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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