(In the tune of wonder boy)
(Look up the song it's good)
High above the mucky muck, castle made of clouds, there is a kingdom of skypeople and they're houses. but one thing you'd like to hear is they don't care about the darkness, owowo. I just ask whyyyyy is it so that I'm the naughty one owowo. Mucky muck what is the secret of your grossness, The Mucky muUuUck what the secret of your grossness oh let me guEeSs is it the people in your atmospheEre yah is that whyYyyy you look so sick and looNElY yes mucky muUuck let me help with your infestatioOoooooooooooooon