I thought that you were over it
When you turned my way to make a hit
Now I know, I am the moon...
Every night at 12am,
Bollo's here to haunt my head
The shadows... they lead me home...
You say ghouls and I say moons
I'm old Gregg, oh hey Naboo!
Bollo is getting sick
And Howard's here to throw a fit
This is as close as you can get,
Without getting your eyes wet
Don't shoot Bollo, just take him home...
Swimming in the dark lake,
Old Gregg's here to eat your cake
Carrot and Coriander soup
Miss, miso, in the dojo
Noel Fielding in your bed
Oh Naboo, watch your head!
We won't be here for much longer
And Bollo looks like a gonner
You say ghouls and I say moons
I'm Old Gregg, oh hey Naboo!
Bollo is getting sick
And Howard's here to throw a fit
This is as close as you can get,
Without getting your eyes wet,
Don't shoot Bollo just take him home...
This is as close as you can get,
Without getting your eyes wet,
Don't shoot Bollo just take him home...
