The Futurama Song

Space. It seems to go on forever. But then you get to the end and the gorilla starts throwin' barrels at you.

 

Bite, bite, bite my shiny metal ass

 

Arooooo!!

 

Alright! I'm a delivery boy!!

 

My mother was A SAINT!! GET OUT!!!!

 

John f***ing ZOIDBERG!!!!!

 

We're whalers on the moon

We-e--e-e-e carry a harpoon!!

 

Santa Claus is gunning you down

 

W-w-what is the future!

 

Welcome to the world of tomorrow!!

 

You stink, loser

 

Pizza coming out, C'MON!!!

 

Good news, everyone!

 

B-b-bite my shiny metal ass!

 

ASSIE!!

 

3-2-1 Blast off!!

 

J-j-John FU**ING ZOIDBERG!!!

 

W-w-w-what is the future!!

 

Imma get 24th century on his ass

 

G-g-good news, everyone!

 

You stink, delivery, ZOIDBERG!!

 

My mother was a, shiny metal, harpoon!

 

I bend girders!

 

Tourists!!

 

Welcome to the world of tomorrow!!

 

3-2-1 blast off!