Lyrics Bad Lip Reading – It’s Not A Moon

Chopping your legs
You don’t know how hot I find these buns
Touch my face and you’ll have to call Jeeves when there’s bees on your sleeve

Now I have to go teach the kids to drink

I don’t care what you said
To the man with the black head
Where is the rubber band?
You’re ruining my plan

Down the street
Just go down the street

They’ve got the ultimate
Power in the universe
And before it gets better
It’s getting worse
It’s not a satellite
But it can light up the sky
When it blows
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh)

It’s round, but
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)

Ah, look at her face
She’s happy as a tribble

I’m gonna kick some grits up on your face
Yay, all right
Do you have any bunions or lesions upon you?
Let me check your feet
(Why?)

I don’t like parasites
Or children of the night
A quail and his rubber beak
Are beautifully unique

(Bleep-bloop-bloam)
(Goodbye to your home)

They’ve got the ultimate
Power in the universe
And before it gets better
It’s getting worse
It’s not a satellite
But it can light up the sky
When it blows
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh)

It’s round, but
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)

Death of a culture
The death of a culture
Somewhere the vulture
Somewhere the vulture
Is waiting for us in an erected sun
A sun with an ion gun
Evil comes in round shapes

(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)

Listen to me, Greg
We already know you’re a Gemini
Yeah but did you know I once had a huge spider bite on my neck?
Greg, you could never get down like a funky thing
‘Cause you don’t live in the rhythm
This cheese is delicious and now I’ve gotta put a brown thing in your face

I’m tired of you, Phil
Want you in a landfill
Someone make him stop
Put his bones in a box
(Oh nice, Phil)
Why don’t you have a stroke?

They’ve got the ultimate
Power in the universe
And before it gets better
It’s getting worse
It’s not a satellite
But it can light up the sky
When it blows
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)

It’s round, but
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)
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Death of a culture
Death of a culture
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)
It’s not a moon
(It’s not a moon)
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