Bounce

Living like a Bandit
Goodies run the planet
Now the fuzzy man left you empty-handed
A battle rages up in these pages
Tearing up the story that you heard through the ages
No bars or cages
He rearranges every little cookie that you left home on the ranges
The little book you read in diapers’ getting changes
Too bad the lies in disguise are contagious
Low on the gages
Locking down the shops
When the bunny drops and hops, you better call the cops
Far and near, everybody got to fear the ear
With the quickness to flip you on your rear
Little dear, take your red hood gear and clear
You got a smack-down coming this year…

You better BOUNCE when the Bandit’s on the loose
Robbing every Muffin Man and Mother Goose
You better BOUNCE to the rhythm of the roll
You been Hoodwinked by the bunny running the show

Just BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
(BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat)

Up in a cave lair
This hare can scare a bear
From everywhere that you’re running singing “Be prepared”
Taking every chocolate chip and double-dip éclair
Double dare and he’ll kick you in the derrière
Kicking low, so grab your afro
You in the Boingo show
He got the high pro glow
Top-notch, legendary like a Sasquatch
So hot you got to stop and watch
Now you running and gunning
A little bunny got you done in
Pass the muffin, you’re taking what we shove in

You better BOUNCE when the Bandit’s on the loose
Robbing every Muffin Man and Mother Goose
You better BOUNCE to the rhythm of the roll
You been Hoodwinked by the bunny running the show

Just BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
(BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat)

(Train...)
(Train, train...)

They say that goodies make the world go round
But a rabbit with a habit to grab it
Has got a new sound
A high roller with a cottontail
It’s a rotten tale
Should he rot in jail?
Don’t trip, he’s equipped to crime commit
He put the Boingosnax on his back and then split
The buzzy yum of the Boingonium in your tum
Has got you crumb dumb in your cranium
Taking the gold from kings and queens
He’s living the dream, all American dream
On the scene with the ski team reining supreme
His oppression obsession is obscene
Chief Grizzly in a tizzy called an A-P-B
Now they’re looking for a schnitzel and an A-T-V
Back chilling like a villain and he’s bringing the fight
Got a demolition mission and dy-no-mite
Tick tock on the clock
Tell Granny to run
From a fuzzy-wuzzy, cute, pink Attila the Hun

BOUNCE to the rhythm of the-
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the-
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the roll

BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
(BOUNCE to the bunny selling tricks for treats!)

You better BOUNCE when the Bandit’s on the loose
Robbing every Muffin Man and Mother Goose
You better BOUNCE when the Bandit makes a move
A paw in your pocket, now you know the truth
Just BOUNCE cause you’re living in a lie (Living in a lie)
He’s taking every sticky bun and pumpkin pie
You better BOUNCE to the rhythm of the roll (The roll)
You been Hoodwinked by the bunny running the show
So just BOUNCE!

BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat (C'mon, c'mon)
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
(BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat)
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat (Everybody now!)
BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat
(BOUNCE to the rhythm of the Boingo beat)
BOUNCE!