Lyrics: Brendan Blaber
Music: Adam Halpin
（Molly）…Boss?Would you sing to me to help me sleep?
(Giovanni)Oh!Sure! I mean…
I guess that I can sing a little lullaby…
An itty bitty evil little lullaby
I'll rock you to sleep with my earthquake machine…
As all of the passersby scream:
WE'RE GONNA DIE!
Heh >:)
I guess that I could sing a little shoo-bee-dop
A rock of pop or country bop and never stop
Protect you from heat with a freeze ray(or beam)
And all of the victims will SCREAM!!
Ha hah!Well they'll try,but they're frozen,so they can't-you get it :)
I need you to know that wherever you go
I'll protect you from pain,rain or snow or heroes
And when you're alone,just call me on the phone
And I'll loan,you a CLONE
Or a DRONE,or a GOAT！
And with a devil-horened mout
Who need sheep you can count?
Make the goat GIANTSIZED!
We'll take over the town!
With all of my boys
We'll Eliminate Noise
With our doomsday machine and our GIANTSIZED TOYS!
(Molly)Boss.
(Giovanni)Huh?! Oh,right.This is supposed to be a lullaby.Sorry! Uh…Hmm…
This time I'll try my best and be quieter
Maintain a volume lower than a rioter
With my dulcet tones
You can rest all your bones…
Unless they pop out as a SKELETON!
And that skelly-gal will do a little skelly-dance
And next she'll find a partner for some nec-romance
(Molly)NO.
(Giovanni)Okay.(The skelly-gal will do a little skelly-dance…)
A corpse performin' choreo that's quite advance~!
She'll wiggle her hips and her xylophone ribs
And summon the APOCALYPSE
(Molly)Better :)
(Giovanni)I need you to know that wherever you go
I'll protect you from pain,rain or snow or heroes
And though you're just bone,there's no need to bemoan,
I'm a gravestone away,I'm your wraith chaperone
And with our powers combined,who knows what we may find?
Might just be so inclined to take over their mind!
They'll all join the chant!
Evil pawns,evil plans
We could CRUSH THEM LIKE ANTS!
(Molly) >:|
(Giovanni)But we shan't ˇ-ˇ because…
Rest must come first or else evil can't prosper
You gonna take care of the minions you foster
Dollars on burial for crimes we've committed
That sack's for tomorrow,tonight you just hit it
Forty winks in the night,forty thieves the next day
The only assault that you hit is the hay
You're guilty of tired,you won't be acquitted
Get all bundled up in this blanket I knitted…
(Molly)Zzz…suhkadda zeh fais…skeleton…
(Giovanni)Goodnight,bear trap.