- [Fruits] Saturday Supercut. (upbeat music) - [Announcer] Epic Rap
Battles of Kitchenry! Annoying Orange versus Em&Em. Begin. - Won't melt in your hand. But I'll hand you a loss, see? Handily defeated by
the candy family posse. I got mounds of red hot rhymes, let me tell ya! Warheads, fire balls, I'll candy shell ya. Leave a pulpy crater, find Passion and I will date her! Beat you up good and plenty, now and later. As much as I'm enjoying
toying with an orange, who's annoying, I should just be getting going because I'm blatantly destroying you! - Guess what I can do, numumumumum. - Stop it. - I'll win. Know why? Because I'm so fruit fly! And you'll probably lose
because you're a vegetable. - Chocolate! - You rap like an apple, get out of here and grapple with the fact that you go absolutely horrible with snapple. - Hey! - Knock, knock. Who's there? The skittle I beat! Because I spit mad rhymes
like I spit mad seeds! - I've got a riddle for you. What kind of skittle has a little M, brittle shell, and chocolatey middle? It doesn't take a smartie or a nerd to know I'm M&M! Then again you're a lemon head, so come again? Nothing rhymes with orange, so you got no rhymes just like you got no hands, and no chance this time! - Hey! - A handstand to spell it out, then I'll pack it in. The M stands for me, the W stands for win! - Hey! Hey! Hay is for horses! You snacks are all whack, not even main courses. Bet you can't even touch
your tongue to your eye just like you can't withstand my rhymes that cut like a knife! - Cha... Whatever! - No! Knife! (upbeat electronic music) - Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Woooooo! Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. - What pants? - Throw your hands up. No hands? Then do a double backflip, naked stand. What am I talking about? You don't know? Try to keep up because I'm not gonna go slow. Keep it fresh, keep it clean, keep it super duper mean. Kick it to my buddy gene. He's a naked jelly bean. - I don't have clothes. I don't even have a nose. If you don't wiggle jiggle, I'm gonna bite off all your toes! - Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Woooooo! Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Dance on a chair that's sitting on a bear wearing underwear. Throw it to my good buddy pear. - I don't even understand what's going on. None of it makes sense. It's a nonsense song. - Don't make sense? Then I don't have time to explain my game if it's all the same, I'll just slap some rhymes on your face, on your butt, on your stem, on your peel, you gotta wiggle jiggle if you're gonna keep it real! Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Woooooo! Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Rocking round the clock with a sock in a smock in the breeze with some cheese after Hercules sneezed. Someone call the doctor. This man's down. He's got the wiggle virus, and he's gonna bring the roof down. Once you're infected, there's no hope. You gotta wiggle when you jiggle like a slippery bar of soap. Succumb to the music and squiggle to the sound. Congratulations buddy! It's the baddest dance around. Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Woooooo! Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. Woooooo! Do the brand new dance. Come on see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants. (evil laughing) - Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I am so excited for Christmas. - Me too. - Heck yeah. This is gonna be the best Christmas ever. - I hope Santa brings me a Wii U. - That would be awesome. Looks like we're almost done
decorating, right, Pear? - Let's see. We've got the tree, the
wreaths, decorations. Yeah, looks like we just need one
more thing to make it complete. The mistletoe. - Wait, what did you say? - Um, the mistletoe. - Christmas has a mistletoe? This is the greatest holiday ever! - Something tells me you're
taking my words out of context. Why is there music starting? - Missile Toe, I love you so. I love you more than you can know. Missile Toe, where will we go? It's up to you. Oh, Missile Toe! Missile Toe flying through the sky. A flying toe that's caught your eye! Missile Toe, come on, let's go. Let's take a dive into some snow. - That's not what I meant by mistletoe. I was talking about the plant. Don't you know? - Shut up, Pear! You got no game! You're being toe-tally lame! Missile Toe makes every Christmas right blasting through spotlights while we're in mid-flight! Oh yeah! Missile Toe, you've got a lot of pep! You make me want to dance! Now crank that dubstep! Get it, dubstep? - [Pear] Yeah, get it. - Get it? Toe, step? - Yeah, I know, got it. - It's a joke. - Yeah, I get it, I know it's a joke. Knock it off. - If there's trouble that's afoot, grab your toe and don't stay put! Blast through space as fast as you can and on the way back grab the Muffin Man! My toe's got style. My toe's got grace. My toe is literally melting your face! Blew up a car, and it sure was fun! I got 99 problems, but a toe ain't one! Missile Toe makes every Christmas right blasting through spotlights while we're in mid-flights! Oh yeah! Missile Toe, you are the greatest gift! You keep me flying high! Hey, that's Taylor Swift! - Hi! Missile Toe, we're flying forever. Invincible. We'll destroy whomever! Get out of our way, we're trying to spread cheer! When you have a toe, who needs a reindeer? (manic laughing) (mumbling) - I give up. - What's the matter, partner? Never seen an orange looking so blue. - Well, strange lime wearing a cowboy hat, I'm just having a really bad day. - So am I. My truck broke down. My dog has the flu. My mom just got out of prison. - Brad, where are you? These bunions ain't gonna file themselves. (screaming) - And worst of all, every lime in the kitchen is getting tossed into
that blender over there. - But you don't seem sad at all. How do you do it? - Well, you could say I
have a little philosophy on all that. Here, put this on. It will help cheer you up. - Hey, you're right. Hat helped a lot. (manic laughing) (country music) - Ain't gotta have everything in your life going exactly right to party! - Hats for everyone! - Thanks, Orange! - Maybe the opposite things are a mess, and that's the best time to burn it down! - Burn it all! - He didn't mean literally. - Oh... - You look around here
and see all these people. You think their lives are perfect. Hardly! (screaming) Now I don't have all the answers, but I'll tell you the
one thing I've found. You take it all with a grain of salt and realize that sometimes
it ain't your fault. You got something you don't want to remember, that's when you need to just throw it in a blender! And have a good time! Now add tequila! When life gives you limes, you make Margaritas! - Virgin Margaritas, of course. - Oh, of course. - I didn't know there was any other kind. (laughing) - Now I don't know if you're the type that sees the glass as half full or half empty. - I see it as all the way empty. (yelping) - [Brad] I got an idea. How about I never let you get that low? - Um, guys. I think the blender's gonna blow. - Whatever is done is done. The night is young. Let's have some fun. Are you with me? (explosion) (screaming) Gotta forget the shit that hit the fan. The only way that I know! You take it all with a grain of salt and realize that sometimes
it ain't your fault. You got something you don't want to remember, that's when you need to just throw it in a blender! And have a good time! Now add tequila! When life gives you limes, you make Margaritas! - Margaritas! - That's it, you're getting the hang of it now. - No! Margaritas! - Huh? Hey, now! (screaming) - Man, those hands are fiddling around! (manic laughing) Get it? Fiddle? - Yeah, I get it. - Then why aren't you laughing? - Because it was a bad joke. - Nope, this is a banjoke! (manic laughing) (growling) - Ha-ha, glad you're in a better mood, partner. - Hey, thanks! Sorry it ended this way for you. - Don't be sorry at all. I love getting drunk. (manic laughing) - Good one. Good one, strange lime
who wears a cowboy hat. (laughing) - Oh, Captain Ahab, will you never learn? (timer ringing) Finally. Watch out, tummy, because it's camomile tea time. (slurping) Mm, yummers, so relaxing. Somebody's gonna be getting to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. - Wow, Pear's really
putting the dumb in boredom. - It's like watching a
tube sock do his taxes. - He's so lame. - Totes, he makes watching
paint dry seem exciting. - Pear's so boring, he makes vanilla yawn. - He's so dull, I skipped his birthday party just to attend an insurance seminar. - I once confused him
for a paralyzed horse. - Pear's so boring, he-- - You know I can hear you guys, right? - Well, duh, why do you
think we're talking so loud? (laughing) - Come on, fellas. Let's beat feet before
Captain Blah puts me to sleep. (growling) - Later, Pear. Don't go doing anything exciting. (manic laughing) Who am I kidding? That'll never happen. (laughing) (intense blues music) ♪ They say, ♪ ♪ Say that I'm boring ♪ ♪ But they ♪ ♪ Don't even know me ♪ ♪ Now I've ♪ ♪ Got a confession ♪ ♪ That I've ♪ ♪ Got some aggression ♪ ♪ I've got some aggression ♪ ♪ I am Pear, ♪ ♪ Hear me scream ♪ ♪ I'll blow your ears with my six string ♪ ♪ Call me boring and you get wasted ♪ ♪ Got an ax to grind, ♪ ♪ And I'm melting faces ♪ ♪ Born into this universe ♪ ♪ Hauling mayhem in my hearse ♪ ♪ Burning souls in a deadly kettle ♪ ♪ Raining death to all false metal ♪ ♪ Ride the land on a gnarly beast ♪ ♪ Scared by nothing in the least ♪ ♪ Sound the trumpets, Pear is here ♪ ♪ Terrify and haunt your fears ♪ ♪ I am Pear, ♪ ♪ Hear me scream ♪ ♪ I'll blow your ears with my six string ♪ ♪ Call me boring and you get wasted ♪ ♪ Got an ax to grind, ♪ ♪ And I'm melting faces ♪ ♪ You can't keep me in this cage ♪ ♪ Derision only fuels my rage ♪ ♪ Fire falling from the skies ♪ ♪ Molten death now is your prize ♪ ♪ Blow your speakers, ♪ ♪ Melt your face ♪ ♪ Rock your butt with some bass ♪ ♪ Iron will mix with steel ♪ ♪ Before Pear you will kneel ♪ - You know, just because I like to
read books and take naps doesn't mean that I'm boring. In fact, I'm totally metal. This song goes out to all those people that have ever been called boring because you're not boring. You're metal too. This one's for you. Let's do this. ♪ I am Pear, ♪ ♪ Hear me scream ♪ ♪ Blow your ears with my six string ♪ ♪ Call me boring and you'll get wasted ♪ ♪ Got an ax to grind, ♪ ♪ and I'm melting faces ♪ ♪ I am Pear, ♪ ♪ Hear me scream ♪ ♪ Blow your ears with my six string ♪ ♪ Call me boring and you'll get wasted ♪ ♪ Got an ax to grind, ♪ ♪ said I'm melting faces ♪ Yeah! Ugh, I need a nap. - [Announcer] Epic Rap
Battles of Kitchenry! Midget Apple versus Biggie Fries. Begin. - Look like small fry here. Got elected the fall guy. Time for tall guy to drop bombs. Apple's appalled by. When taking on fast food, Mini Macs come in last, dude. All you midget to your midget face regardless if that's rude. I'm living life super-sized. Scales tip in my favor. Ladies digging my flavor because Biggie's one hot po-tator. My gravity's strong, you're too small to repel it. If it was you who fell on Newton's head, Newton wouldn't have felt it. - Preferred term's little apple. The M-word's messed up. Compared to mine, your rhymes are tasteless. Perhaps you should ketchup. Teeny weeny, itsy bitsy, shrimp, I've heard it before. Gonna take more to cut this apple's core, but nice spore. How did these rhymes come to me so easily? I don't know. Now return to territory more befitting, Idaho. Lyrics as toxic as any
apple seed: cyanide. Looking a little fried there, Fries. Best step aside. - I might look a little fried, but you look a lot little. You mad, bro? Here's the world's tiniest fiddle. Y'all, I'll McGriddle and McRibs this kid. You told a whopper of a tale in which you actually win. Bad news for you, schmuck. You lose and you suck. That's what happens when you pick the phattest friar since Tuck. I've served billions consider yourself among them. You're more annoying than your friend, Drive-Through, come again. - Let's not compare apples to oranges. I'd rather we saw whose linguistic skills reign superior. N'est pas? - What? - Artificial flavors, you're so fake it's absurd, you call yourself a french fry? Dude, you don't speak a word. Biggie, biggie, biggie, can't parlez. You're keeping doctors in business, I keep doctors away. I hope I got your eyes seeing red. Every last one. I also hope you've made your peace because ding! Fries are done. - [Announcer] Who won? Who's next? You decide on Epic Rap
Battles of Kitchenry! (upbeat electronic music) (uplifting electronic music) (joyful electronic muci) (intense electronic music) ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ Say hey ♪ ♪ Ho ♪ ♪ Hey ♪ ♪ Ho ♪ ♪ Gonna mine me some wood ♪ ♪ And some cobblestone ♪ ♪ And build a dance floor
inside my new home ♪ ♪ Everyone's invited, ♪ ♪ Even all the mobs ♪ ♪ Because we're gonna
do this block party ♪ ♪ Like it's our jobs ♪ ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ Say hey ♪ ♪ Ho ♪ ♪ Hey ♪ ♪ Ho ♪ ♪ Once again ♪ ♪ Hey ♪ ♪ Ho ♪ ♪ Say hey ♪ ♪ Ho ♪ ♪ Hanging out with the villagers ♪ ♪ On my private island ♪ ♪ We are making it rain because
we're mining for diamonds ♪ ♪ We so swag up in here ♪ ♪ We're down with everybody ♪ ♪ Yeah, this block party's blowing up ♪ ♪ Like Mount TNT ♪ ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ We build all day, ♪ ♪ And we fight all night ♪ ♪ We never ever sleep ♪ ♪ We do this block party right ♪ ♪ Say hey ♪ (electronic music) (uplifting electronic music) - Yeah. Funny Money. Nicki Mirage. Orange. - Rocket socks. Tonight I'm wearing rocket socks. You're so fine. You know you really blow my rind. This kitchen party's gonna be so tight tonight. Everyone's invited except that stupid knife.
- I told you. - So just forget about the world, we're ripe tonight. I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you. Because all I need is a beauty and a beet - Hey, that's me. - You should get out of the street. - No, I like it here. It's fun. - Well, it's all about you. - It should be. - But you should really move. - But I wanna dance. - You've got nothing to prove. - Give me one good
reason why I should move. - Car! - Papa Lincoln is in the house. - Ladies and gentlemen, Nicki Mirage. - In time you'll find bees getting hit with a combine, trying to dash, getting mashed, falling off bridges that are getting smashed, they explode on the road, getting eaten by a giant purple toad, getting impaled while they ride jet-skis, beets got it rough y'all, can't you see? - Because all I need is a beauty and a beet to make my life complete. And it's all about you. It feels like deja vu because you got smashed by a kangaroo! - Wow, you really got beet. (manic laughing) (chill music) - You already know who it is. Watch my tongue, watch my tongue. Watch my tongue, watch my tongue. Watch my tongue, watch my tongue. Gonna do it for you. Now watch me whip, now watch me nya nya. Now watch me whip, whip, Watch me nya, nya. Now watch me rip, Now watch me nya nya. Now watch me rip, rip, watch me nya nya. Can you do it? Ooh nya nya, nya nya. Ooh nya nya, nya nya. Ooh nya nya, nya nya. Okay, okay Ooh nya nya, nya nya, ooh nya nya, nya nya. Ooh nya nya, nya nya. Nya nya nay. Do the burpy face, do the burpy face. Do the burpy face, do the burpy face. Do the burpy face, do the burpy face. Do the burpy face, do the bury face. Now lose your peel, lose your peel. Tell them lose your peel. Lose your peel. Tell them lose your peel. Lose your peel. Tell them lose your peel. Lose your peel. Now you can chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop chop, chop. Now you can chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop. Now watch me whip, now watch me nya nya. Now watch me whip, whip, watch me nya nya. Now watch me rip, now watch me nya nya. Now watch me rip, rip, watch me nya, nya. Can you do it? Ooh nya nya, nya nya, ooh nya nya, nya nya. Ooh nya nya, nya nya, Okay, okay. Ooh nya nya, nya nya, ooh nya nya, nya nya. Ooh nya nya, nya nya, nya nya nya. Now do the shia, now do the bouf. - Do it! - Now do the shia, yeah do the bouf. - Do it! - Now do the shia, now do the bouf. - Do it! - Now do the shia. Yeah do the bouf. - Nothing is impossible. - Now watch me huff, puff, huff, puff, huff, puff, huff, puff. Hold on, now watch me huff, puff, huff, puff, huff, puff, huff, puff, huff. Now you can chop, chop, chop chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop. Now you can chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop. Now watch me whip, now watch me nya nay. Now watch me whip, whip, watch me nya nya. Now watch me rip, now watch me nya nay. Now watch me rip, rip, watch me nya nya. Somebody once told me that I'm a bit annoying. I ain't the smartest fruit on the shelf. Pear likes to read a lot and me I like to fart and glue an apefruit to his forehead. - Orange! - Well, the fruits get chopped, but they keep on coming. If a knife shows up, then I get to punning. Not to be mean, I just like a good pun. You'll like the jokes better when your brain goes numb. A little crude you say to me, well what's wrong with spitting a few seeds? You tell me that I'm annoying, and I tell you that I'm Orange. Hey now, you're an apple, get your fruit on, no game! Hey now, you're an apple, you're some lame sauce, so lame! And I'm not trying to troll, but that knife really made your head roll. In the kitchen, things can get a bit boring, I'm just trying to have fun while grandpa's snoring, but marshmallow looks very chipper riding by a rainbow on a
chocolate chip flipper. Things are looking up, and then they're looking dim. I look to my right, and a hand drops in. Here's a new face, and I'm no longer bored only because I know all the fun that's in store. Hey now, you're an apple, get your fruit on, no game! Hey now, you're an apple, you're some lame sauce, so lame! And I'm not trying to troll, but that knife really made your head roll. (gentle uplifting instrumental music) (cheerful instrumental chorus music) Hey now, you're an apple, get your fruit on, no game! Hey now, you're an apple, you're some lame sauce, so lame! And I'm not trying to troll, but that knife really makes your head roll. Somebody once asked if I could pass some gas and then they asked me what's wrong with my face. That's my nya, my nya, nya, nya, and I too could use more gas, so I could motorboat out of this place! Well, the fruits get chopped, but they keep on coming. When a knife shows up, then it's back to punning. Not to be mean, I just like a good pun. The jokes are still better when your brain goes numb. A little crude you say to me, well, what's wrong with spitting some more seeds? You tell me that I'm annoying, and I tell you that I'm Orange. Hey now, you're an apple, get your fruit on, no game! Hey now, you're an apple, you're so lame sauce, so lame! And I'm not trying to troll, but that knife really made your head roll. And I'm not trying to troll, but that knife really made your head roll! Au! - Hey, midget apple. Tell us again when you call your truck a monster truck. - Are you sure you wanna hear that story? Again? - What? You're not a little embarrassed, are you? (maniac laughing) (growling) - Monster. Monster. Monster! Monster. - I was caught in the middle of a werewolf trap. - Monster! - I looked around, and I knew there was no turning back! - Monster! - My mind raced. There was only one thing to do. - Monster! - To get in my truck and turn that werewolf into goo. - Monster! - Sound of the engine beating in my heart. The thunder of wheels tore him apart. (electric guitar solo) - You've been monster trucked! Went down the highway, broke the limit, I hit this town. Something was wrong. Yeah wrong. There were monsters all around. My truck stalled, and there wasn't very much time, but then I got my tools, and I played all them fools. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I crushed all their minds! I took out brainless zombies! Killing vampires with ease! Yeah, the blobs were easy too. You've been monster trucked! Monster trucked! Yeah! Monster trucked! Monster trucked! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Monster trucked! It's alright, killing monsters in the night! Yeah! Neato burrito, baby! (beatboxing) - Please stop doing that. - What's the matter, Pear. Don't you like my fresh beats? (manic laughing) (growling) - Hey, look! New fruits in the house. - What a damp. - Where are we? - We left the tropical island for this? - Aloha! Sounds like you guys aren't coco-nuts about your situation. (manic laughing) - Hey, I'm the only coconut, pal. - Clearly I'm a banana. - And I'm a lime, you idiot. - No, I just meant that-- - What the heck is this
goofball supposed to be anyway? - I'm not a goofball, I'm an orange. - Oh, sorry. What's this orange
goofball supposed to be? (laughing) - Hey! - Uh, guys, I wouldn't make fun of
Orange if I were you. - Why shouldn't we make
fun of your friend? - Well, because - He will, he will mock you! - This guy? We ain't afraid of him. - He will, he will mock you! - Whatever, bring it on. - Buddy, you're a coconut, you got a hairy butt. Hate to tell you that you gonna be cracked someday. You got seeds in your face, you big disgrace. I'm surprised anyone likes the way that you taste. - What's that supposed to mean? - He will, he will mock you! (screaming) He will, he will mock you! - Buddy, you're a lime, you're real small time. You gonna get cut up and squeezed someday. You'll see all sorts of strife for the rest of your life. Somebody should've warned you about knife! - He will, he will mock you! - Whatever, he can't hurt me. Nothing rhymes with banana. Right? - Hey, buddy banana, you'll move to Havana and live in a Cabana for the rest of your days. You're gonna love that place, have all sorts of space, and nothing's gonna happen, you'll be totally safe. - Ha-ha, really? - Nope, not really. (screaming) - He will, he will mock you! - He will, he will mock you! (screaming) - Aloha! Who are you? I would offer a shake, but I don't have any hands. (manic laughter) - You know exactly who we are. - Yeah, I don't know. I meet a lot of fruit in the kitchen. It all blends together. (manic laughter) - That's it! I can't take it anymore. - Ah, don't worry. You won't have to. - Why is that? - Mouth. (screaming) - Jesus, those guys aren't very smoothy. (manic laughing) Get it? Smoothie? (manic laughing) You're not laughing? Yay, yay. Yeah. 7 am, waking up in the kitchen, gotta get fresh, gotta get online, gotta go upload my new video, see you everyone I gotta get going. Yeah, I'm an orange but I'm rushing, gotta get down to the fruit stop, gotta tell some puns to my friends. Pear is in the front seat. Passion's in the back seat. Gotta make my mind up. Which seat can I take? It's Fry-day, Friday, going to TGI Fry-days. Everybody's looking for a napkin, napkin. Fryday, Friday, ketchin-up on Fryday. Everybody's looking for another napkin. Partying, partying! - Yeah! - Partying, partying! - Yeah! - Hey, why aren't the
breaks working anymore? 7:45, we're flying through the sky cruising so fast this eagle can fly. Fun, fun, think about fun. You know what it is. I got lips, you got lips. I got lips, you got lips. (screaming) Pear is on the pony's head, Passion's on the rear end. Gotta make my mind up. Which seat can I take? - Ugh! AO. Annoying Orange. Here I am from the front side, from the back side, now I'm on the driver's side. Lame brains switching lanes. Is that grandpa Lemon on a ride? Run over carrots that get in my way. Gotta get fries, what can I say? Check my tum it's Fryday, it's the weekend, we gonna strike gold! - It's Fry-day, Friday, gotta ketch-up on Fry-day. Everybody's looking for a napkin, napkin. Fryday, Friday, ketchin-up on Fryday. Everybody's looking for another napkin. Partying, partying! - Yeah! - Partying, partying! - Yeah! - Everybody's looking for another napkin! Once you're infected, there's no hope. You gotta wiggle when you jiggle like a slippery bar of soap. Succumb to the music and squiggle to the sound. Congratulations, buddy, it's the baddest dance around. Do the brand new dance. Come on, see me prance. You wiggle when you giggle, and you jiggle when you squiggle like there's ants in your pants.
