| Down from the sky
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| Go run and hide
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| From their catastrophic path
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| Big teeth in jaws, that’s what we saw
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| And now they’ve chomped my car in half
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| They fly in the sky
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| They look totally crazy
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| Their wings are superimposed
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| What kind of god is so lazy
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| How can we hide?
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| How can we survive
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| Flying cartilaginous genocide?
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| Be wary of the Sky Sharks
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| They want to nom on your blood
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| If you want to have a future
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| Heed my warning or you’ll lose it
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| And please avoid their dreaded eye ray
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| Run and hide and fight another day
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| Practice cardio, increase your pace
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| Preserve your human race
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| Let’s run away
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| Yes, let’s run away
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| The Sky Sharks are here to stay
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| Now they’re eating all our fried fish
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| And all the seafood that no one will miss
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| Hundreds of grandparents mourn the loss
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| Of every Long John Silver tartar sauce
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| We tried to stop them but they’re too quick
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| Dodged every whiffle ball and wooden stick
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| Well what else can we throw their way
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| How ‘bout that copy of 50 Shades of Grey?
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| I wish there was a formula
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| Of extra-special things to drive them away
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| But instead we’ll need some legs
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| So grab your sneakers and flee the fray
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| A reign of terror flying past
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| When I first heard I had quite a laugh
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| Look up in the sky, flying shark
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| Teeth like knives that bite in half
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| Things get weird. |
| I take up the slack
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| I’m the man for the job or I’ll eat my hat
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| Laser-guided orcas live without water
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| Fitted with wings, engines, mortars
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| Old-fashioned grit and I fire like this
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| «Let me try» oh I insist!
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| Aim, fire, strike with a tiny risk
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| Oh blimey, spoke too soon, I missed
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| Shark repellent is ineffective
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| London’s done for chums, I’ve wrecked it
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| Sharks are landing, grey and vicious
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| On the other hand this hat tastes delicious
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| Well, we’ve tried everything, what else can we do?
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| I hear there’s still safe houses left in Old Peru
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| Please heed our warning, these sharks will never tire
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| Wait a second, hold on, did anyone think about using… fire?
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| Huh… fire
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| Hey Hatchworth, hand me that stick over there
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| Professor, do you have a lighter?
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| Oh yes I’ve got one here, there you go
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| Thanks
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| Back, back!
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| That’s a bad sky shark!
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| Back, back!
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| Oh my gosh, it’s working! |
| Ah it’s working, guys!
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| They’re leaving! |
| We’ve done it! |
| We’ve done it!
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| Spread the word, guys, they don’t like fire!
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| They hate fire, spread the word!
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| So be wary of the Sky Sharks
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| They want to nom on your blood
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| If you want to have a future
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| Heed my warning or you’ll lose it
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| Please avoid their dreaded eye ray
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| Run and hide and fight another day
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| Practice cardio, increase your pace
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| Let’s preserve the human race |