Hey! You guys like stuff, right? And you like stuff about the stuff you like So if I sing about the stuff you like Would you like that too? You like Star Wars, right? Han totally shot first I only watch the first three 'cause the prequels were so trashy But the new Disney stuff might be alright (Shit, you're losing them!) Hey! You guys like stuff, right? And you like stuff about the stuff you like So if I sing about the stuff you like Would you like that too?! How about Doctor Who? He's a madman in a big blue box Fighting Cybermen and Daleks Sometimes blowing shit all to heck But - I mean - he always tries to do - the right - crap Arrested Development! Uh..something about illusions not tricks And there's a banana stand, and a muscle suit And...David Cross blows himself? Aw shit, I blew the joke I don't know what I expected. Hey! You guys like stuff, right? And you like stuff about the stuff you like So if I sing about the stuff you like Then you'll like that too If I keep singing about pop culture I know I just can't lose I gotta keep up with that pop culture If I ever wanna get on JoCo Cruise Hey! You guys like stuff, right? And you like stuff about the stuff you like So if I sing about the stuff you like Will you like that too? Will you like that too? Would you like me too?

Everyone's putting 'way electric fans And getting out their sweaters We've stopped worrying about our tans and thinking 'bout something better The air is getting crisper And I've started wearing socks Everywhere I go there's whispers of a time that's not on clocks but nevertheless it's coming soon and wait--no--is it here? Has it finally truly started, this, my favorite time of year? It's everything tastes like pumpkin spice time A scarves and hats are feeling nice time Cinnamon-nutmeg-clove-and-allspice Everything tastes like pumpkins now It's popularized by Starbucks lattes but everywhere you go now is that taste in cookies and candy and body lotion And now that it's here I've got a notion That Halloween is just 'round the bend you better start costume shopping friend and after that Thanksgiving so tasty And then--let's focus on fall, don't be too hasty 'Cause it's Everything tastes like pumpkin spice time A shorts and sunglasses at half price time Cinnamon-ginger-clove-and-allspice Everything tastes like pumpkins now We won't be seeing the sun too often The only drawback to what the Brits call "Autumn" Get on your boots and button up your flannel Sorry if you've got solar panels 'Cause it's Everything tastes like pumpkin spice time Eating-your-feelings-by-the-slice time Cinnamon-nutmeg-clove-and-allspice Everything tastes like pumpkins Everything tastes like pumpkin spice time Getting harder to find a nice rhyme Cinnamon nutmeg clove and ginger and sometimes mace and apple cider and cocoa and leggings and what the heck is allspice Everything tastes like pumpkins now

Sir David Attenborough Tell me, do you know All of the honors and titles you've received Can you name them off the top Of your grey, distinguished head Or do they really not mean all that much to you? Do they seem excessive at times? Do they ever trouble your mind? Member of the Order of Merit Commander of the Royal Victorian Order Companion of Honour Commander of the Order of the British Empire Fellow of the Royal Society Fellow of Zoological Society of London And the only person to have ever won a BAFTA in black and white, and colour, and HD, and 3D. Oh, Sir David Attenborough Oh, Sir David Attenborough OM, CH, CVO, CBE, FRS I don't know what any of those letters mean But they're pretty impressive anyway

There's times when you meet someone, and soon as you see their face You're ready to drag them off somewhere and get naked in some private place But other times it takes some time To realize there's something there You might not even be sure what it is that caused this love affair It's nothing in particular you can't quite pin it down He's not even that attractive His hair's a mousy brown He's much too old and much too strange Got 100 ways to kill you in his brain But you can't seem to deny Geurrero's quite the guy It must have been somewhere near the end of the first season When his presence on the screen robbed my brain of all its reason He's got a pretty shady past Seen things that'd make me cry But though I keep telling myself all of this I can't seem to deny Sure, Chance is the hunky blonde one Winston's the sanest in the long run When Ames shuts up she's pretty hot But there's something special none of them have got... It's something in the way that he says "dude" I can't explain it though I've tried He should be cruising in the ElDo With me right by his side He's dangerous and probably insane Got a thousand ways to kill you in his brain But I can't seem to deny Geurrero's quite the guy

Thylacine, burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Could steal thy fearful life Not the thief that you were called Not the fearful hunter They thought you would eat their livelihood So they dragged you under They caught you on their land Whose land? You were running through the jungles Before Van Diemen ever found his man Thylacine, burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Dare steal thy fearful life Not the tiger, the wolf or the fox My ungentle protege What the hand dare seize your fire? Raise your heels and run far away In what distant deeps or skies Hid the fire of thine eyes Though the plains called to your heart Terrors ran you into the dark Thylacine, burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Dare steal thy fearful life When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Thylacine, burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Dare steal thy fearful life

Where there's a will, there's a way With all my friends we'll save the day We'll spread our wings and learn to fly We'll see the sign and shine a light We'll save the world, sweet victory! Thanks to friendship, trust, and little honeybees