Just when you thought the insanity was gone.
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Song Lyrics
As you may have very well figured out by now, this part of the site is dedicated to the lyrics of songs that have been on Rocko. I guess the majority will be from "Zanzibar", but there's still the cowboy one and stuff. And what's the point of putting up the lyrics to stuff like the theme song, or Peaches' Modern Life?
Spring Cleaning
Summers for fishing, and for lounging around
Fall is for raking... all the leaves off the ground
Winter is for skating just like Torville and Dean
But we all know that spring is the season to clean
Spring cleaning, spring cleaning!
We deodorize and sanitize and harmonize too!
Spring cleaning, spring cleaning!
We're gonna make this town look all shiny and new!
Spring cleaning, I'll sweep off this mat!
Spring cleaning, I'll vacuum the cat!
Spring cleaning, Where'd I get this dead rat?
You'll find a lot of stuff when your spring cleaning!
We got a lot of junk that we have just been dying to get rid of,
And there's so much garbage in this can that it's about to blow the lid off
Spring cleaning, spring cleaning!
Our disinfecting prowess is second to none! K?
Spring cleaning, spring cleaning!
It's a sick digusting job... sick disgusting job... sick disgusting job...
But it's gotta get done!
The Recycle Song
R-E-C-Y-C-L-E recycle!
C-O-N-S-E-R-V-E conserve!
Don't you P-O-L-L-U-T-E pollute the rivers, sky, or sea
or else your gonna get what you deserve
The ozone is in horrible condition
from Florocarbons in our atmosphere
They're too small to be seen with normal vision
But there's getting to be more of us each year!
We come from a variety of places
Like styrofoam containers and aerosol cans
We love to eat the ozone; it's our favorite dessert
And if you don't have an ozone then the sun... can... really... hurt!
I must admit we make a lot of garbage
This dump is filled up way above the brim
If we don't make an effort to recycle
The future could be looking mighty grim
(Look, it's the Grim Recycler!
No autographs please)
Someone's cutting down the O-Town forest
It's not enough to sit around and grieve
If we don't protect our flora and our fauna
Then we won't have the oxygen to breath
R-E-C-Y-C-L-E Recycle! (Recycle)
C-O-N-S-E-R-V-E Conserve! (Conserve)
Don't you P-O-L-L-U-T-E pollute the rivers, sky, or sea
Or else we're gonna get.... what we deserve!
Mr. Bighead (or How He Learned to Stop Worrying and Hate the Earth)
What the heck are you thinkin'
These barrels are stinkin'
I gotta dump this goo
Before I barf and gag,
It's thankgiving for maggots
Give up before I dump on you!
Fish are brainless pinheads
So I dump my trash in the bay!
Birds are bird-brained pinheads
So my gunk can fess up their filthy nest
Because nature stinks anyway!
So I'm sick of you dumpsters sniffing my dumpsters
'Cause glut can smell like a rose
Besides that filthy stench won't even get my attench'
'Cause I don't even gotta nose!
So get out of my face while I scum up this place
With my beautiful toxic goo
Wish I could shoot this waste
Into orbited space
So the sky'd be filled with garbage too
Wooo hooo
Heffer's Love Song
She's the elk of my dreams
And though we just met it seems
That she and I have a date... with destiny!
She's the elk of my dreams
[Uh, I can't really get the words here. Too fast. Something about eating a millions ice creams and can't control something.]
For the elk, the elk of my dreams!
Come Crawl With Me
Hey, come crawl with me
Like a turtle out to the bay!
Yeah, come crawl with me
Migrate to the sea, swim away
Hips swinging loose [I don't know if that's right] to the spawning ground
And lay your eggs by mine!
Yeah! Come crawl with me
Come, let's crawl away
Oh, come crawl with me
Bend your prehencile(sp?) neck my way
And look at me with those dimpletopic eyes all day
In the smelly swamp we'll dine on slugs with pondscum for desert!
Come crawl with me!
Oh, let's crawl away!
Come crawl with me, yeah!
Let's crawl away!
Let's crawl away... yeah
Toad Song
Short and fat and green and warty,
The toads from Okefenokee were partying
When the party each time they party
They go R-I-B-B-I-T
And you know what that spells...
City Hall Song
You can't fight City Hall, you can't fight corporate America!
They are big and we are small, you can't fight City Hall...
[Later in the episode...]
Rocko fought City Hall, Rocko fought corporate America!
They are big and he is small (well, not that small!)... Rocko fought City Hall!
We're on Strike
We're on strike! We're on strike!
We can do anything that we like!
We won't pickup cans or bottles, rags or junk or coffee grounds.
We won't pickup old newspapers, dirty dipers, wedding gowns.
We're not touching your used cotten swabs or old banana peels.
We're not wading through your refuse while it oozzes and congeals!
And why is that?
'Cause we're on strike!
Wallaby of the West
Well, sit down and I'll regale ya 'bout my nephew from Australia
Well, he wouldn't know a cow-pie if it slapped him on the rear
He can't ride or rope or wrangle or play a good triangle
And his best friend on the planet is a steer
Rocko!
Yes, Rocko was his name
Rocko!
Rode some carrion to fame
Saved a whole truckload of cattle, sitting high up in his saddle
And he always keeps his shirts so nicely pressed
Rocko!
Had a bandanna that was red
Rocko!
Tamed a horsey that was dead!
He came over from down under
He was a real marsupial wonder
Rocko, the Wallaby of the West
He came over from down under
Got a voice as big as thunder!
Rocko! The Wallaby of the West!
