Tekst:
Zorak:
Like a moth to a flame, I will call out her name
Zingor, Zingor, Zingor
I 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
She only has a thousand eyes for meshe's coo-coo
Her ancient love will survive the scurge of mankind and evolution
Come on Mama, bring it on home to Zyeah
He waiter, what's the poop? There's a fly in my soup
Reminds me ofZingor
Wherever you are baby, remember
Vicaso bino laga, vicaso bino coos coos
That means I don't get mad, I get even
Like a moth to a flame, I will call out her name
Zingor, Zingor, Zingor
I 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
She only has a thousand eyes for meshe's coo-coo
Her ancient love will survive the scurge of mankind and evolution
Come on Mama, bring it on home to Zyeah
He waiter, what's the poop? There's a fly in my soup
Reminds me ofZingor
Wherever you are baby, remember
Vicaso bino laga, vicaso bino coos coos
That means I don't get mad, I get even
