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Zorak: | Like a moth to a flame I will call out her name, Zingor, Zingor, Zingor. I've got ants in my pants as I do the mating dance for Zingor, Zingor, Zingor.
Green is the color of my true love's exoskeleton,
Hey, waiter, what's the poop? There's a fly in my soup.
Wherever you are, baby, remember: |