| I’m just a plumber
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| Bummin' in the shadow of my brother
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| Clean your house of cobwebs
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| Any present I can plunder
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| I’m a little nervous
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| Afraid of dark rooms and dark moons
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| Suck up spirits with my vacuum
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| My mustache gets mad poon
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| I’m the guy in green
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| I can jump higher than the others
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| Not a hater, I’m good natured
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| Not easily angered like my brother
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| Who has strangely gone missing
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| For what seems like the second time
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| I was eating cookies and milk
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| Now I’m fucking filthy with slime
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| Professor Elva needs my helping
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| In the valley evershade
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| I collect in a clever way
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| Because I’m never paid
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| Professor prefers the paranormal
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| Always seeking out the truth
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| I quiver lots and his liver spots
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| Tingle at his single tooth
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| He hooks me up with hunting gear
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| Repurposed household items
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| A vacuum and a flashlight
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| Doesn’t change the fact I’m frightened
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| My brother’s chasing girls
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| In sunny worlds, he’s dedicated
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| Never prepared for sliding stairs
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| Always scared and pixelated
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| A manor and a mansion
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| A tower and a mine
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| A clock with mummies underneath
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| A fleet of freaks to find
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| Ghosts that once had eyes
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| Are no longer pacified
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| I have to try, that’s my life
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| But it’s the kind that’s asinine
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| I’m just a plumber
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| Bummin' in the shadow of my brother
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| Clean your house of cobwebs
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| Any present I can plunder
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| I’m a little nervous
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| Afraid of dark rooms and dark moons
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| Suck up spirits with my vacuum
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| My mustache gets mad poon
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| Spooky as fuck mansions
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| Gloomy Tut tombs
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| Make a mustache man
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| Sadly miss mushrooms
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| Once pursued on a cube
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| By a room full of Boos
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| Now I’m held in your hands
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| Like a damn vacuum
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| Back to the lab
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| Where I get graded on ghosts
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| They’re put in a vault-
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| It’s my fault, I suppose
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| Then back to the map
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| It’s macabre and malignant
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| Rob me of my dignity
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| These imps are indignant
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| So many pesky poltergeists
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| Pugnacious and persistent
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| Afraid of spiders, plants and mice
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| Not toads they’re my assistants
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| This creepy crib is lucrative
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| I suck up cash and hearts
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| Still stead losin', getting bruised
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| Wish I was cruising in my kart
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| I’m just a plumber
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| Bummin' in the shadow of my brother
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| Clean your house of cobwebs
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| Any present I can plunder
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| I’m a little nervous
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| Afraid of dark rooms and dark moons
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| Suck up spirits with my vacuum
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| My mustache gets mad poon
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| Didn’t ask for the secret passage
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| I fear forbidden zones
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| Polterpups instead of 1-Ups
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| If I find the hidden bones
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| Wish I could 'Ciao' but for now
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| I’m wanted in a haunted house
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| I’d rather be a racoon
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| Or a cat that says, «Meow!»
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| No teammates 'cept my boss
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| Who’s a little off his rocker
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| I’m all alone inside his home
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| Except for several stalkers
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| They hide in suits of armor
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| They rest in chests and drawers
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| Their abetting’s got me sweating
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| It’s upsetting to my pores
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| An explorer’s expansive mansion
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| Is where the tension builds
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| His exhibits make me livid
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| Rather hide than ride these thrills
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| Been in jungles, been in deserts
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| I’ve seen Mammoths on the ice
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| Seens sights out of sight
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| 'Till I used my dark light device
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| The crew has got a king
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| He’s the type that likes lightning strikes
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| Put my brother in a painting
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| No more fainting, time to fight
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| This boss battle has me rattled
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| I’m determined to succeed
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| I’m through with this abuse
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| Now I choose to take the lead
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| I’m just a plumber
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| Bummin' in the shadow of my brother
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| Clean your house of cobwebs
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| Any present I can plunder
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| I’m a little nervous
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| Afraid of dark rooms and dark moons
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| Suck up spirits with my vacuum
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| My mustache gets mad poon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Luigi , by - MC Chris. Song from the album MC Chris Foreverrr, Pt. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп