Damant, quod non intelegunt
Pipes mixed in with scrap, 'n' wheels rusted stuck;
Here's a town of pictures, all running amok
Needles sticking from a long-faded dartboard,
And a knitted hand lying on home base
If you're ever troubled, you know who to call,
At watchtower field, the arena for brawls
There we find our black-and-white-and-amoral hero,
Gripping to a metal bat, left-handed
All we hear is noise, barked from a radio;
All we see's a blinking-neon bunny girl
What they are dealing in is some kind of opium
Deeper inward, they're all gulping it down
"I'll be taking one, that's my only request,"
One dried up apple is all they can present
Grumbling lamentably and going through the motions
Now, there's nowhere left for any to run!
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Smoking with steam, there's riot in those eyes
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Now up to bat, it's our pinch hitter
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
We have no doubts, that's our Panda Hero
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
So long to yesteryear's killer liner!
Cannibalism's the only word they'll say
With singing androids, that's who they choose to play
Well, of course we despise them - yes, our one hero,
But, of course we long to see them - come, our one hero!
Cannibalism's the only word they'll say
With singing androids, that's who they choose to play
Well, of course we despise them - yes, our one hero,
But, of course we long to see them - come, our one hero!
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
From third to shortstop, aim is going wild
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Now on the base, it's our pinch runner
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
To put it simply, we're two points behind
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
We've got a feeling that this just won't end well...
Adorned with a bucket, a cat wails loud,
One, oh yes, another has now been stricken out
Now there's surely not a chance to turn this game around;
Now, there's nowhere left for any to run!
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Girl selling wares, her glaring eyes so harsh
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Buzzers, a spider child, and warning lights
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
We have no doubts, that's our Panda Hero
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
So long to yesteryear's killer liner!
Break to pieces, run the bases, smash the CRT!
So long to yesteryear's killer liner!
Here's a town of pictures, all running amok
Needles sticking from a long-faded dartboard,
And a knitted hand lying on home base
If you're ever troubled, you know who to call,
At watchtower field, the arena for brawls
There we find our black-and-white-and-amoral hero,
Gripping to a metal bat, left-handed
All we hear is noise, barked from a radio;
All we see's a blinking-neon bunny girl
What they are dealing in is some kind of opium
Deeper inward, they're all gulping it down
"I'll be taking one, that's my only request,"
One dried up apple is all they can present
Grumbling lamentably and going through the motions
Now, there's nowhere left for any to run!
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Smoking with steam, there's riot in those eyes
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Now up to bat, it's our pinch hitter
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
We have no doubts, that's our Panda Hero
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
So long to yesteryear's killer liner!
Cannibalism's the only word they'll say
With singing androids, that's who they choose to play
Well, of course we despise them - yes, our one hero,
But, of course we long to see them - come, our one hero!
Cannibalism's the only word they'll say
With singing androids, that's who they choose to play
Well, of course we despise them - yes, our one hero,
But, of course we long to see them - come, our one hero!
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
From third to shortstop, aim is going wild
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Now on the base, it's our pinch runner
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
To put it simply, we're two points behind
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
We've got a feeling that this just won't end well...
Adorned with a bucket, a cat wails loud,
One, oh yes, another has now been stricken out
Now there's surely not a chance to turn this game around;
Now, there's nowhere left for any to run!
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Girl selling wares, her glaring eyes so harsh
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
Buzzers, a spider child, and warning lights
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
We have no doubts, that's our Panda Hero
Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah
So long to yesteryear's killer liner!
Break to pieces, run the bases, smash the CRT!
So long to yesteryear's killer liner!