[MINISTER BOLINAR, spoek]
I am not a flink
I'm a man of good taste and high breeding
One who pampers his palate a lot
True, I've done some adventurous eating
But right there, that's a definite not
(sung)
It's so disgusting
I mean disgusting
All crunchy-crusting and wriggling toes
It's too appalling
And yes, I'm stalling
But if I must, here goes
I could get used to this,I could get used to this
Somehow I find I don't quite mind that I've been reduced to this
And while it's true it's sticky as glue, much like the goo that someone might sneeze
Still, do I detect the old man of those notes of chocolate and cheese?
I'd be okay with this, nearly gourmet with this
Frankly, I swear that I could pair a lovely rosé with this
Sure it seems tough to swallow this stuff
But swallow enough, it isn't so strange
Maybe I could get used to my big change
No, this isn't the life I expected, still it isn't so bad, I confess
Yes, I'm probably getting infected, but I think I'll survive nonetheless
What's more surprising, I'm not despising this huge downsizing of my affairs
Called it revolting, the stench is jolting, but on the whole, who cares?
I could get used to this, more than just used to this
How about a most wholehearted toast with some kind of juice to this?
Gross it may be, but snooby old me is finally free from worries and strife
Looks like I could get used to my new life
I gotta say, it's more than marvelous
How have I lived my whole life larva-less?
The slop, the slime, the sludge, the rot
It's different, sure, but, hey, so what?
I could get used to this, really got used to this
Make no mistake, I proudly shake my big fat caboose to this
And if a guy is tough for you, I can hold him so high I'm still have a ball
Maybe any big change can soon feel small
And anyone can get used to anything
At all