verse one get live, get loose, i’m gonna cook your goose with lyrical lightning from the likes of zeus electric juice for every use i wear chartreuse, what’s your excuse? let me introduce you to my set up all the proper tools in my get up samsonite rocks that rhythm he can fold right up and take em with him cab's on the hook, I'm on the rhyme ground to a powder until it's fine mix it in the cuisinart and hit FRAPPE and the luscious liquid falls in your lap ya taste my tinctures, sweet as peaches sucking out sadness like they’re leeches can you hear me in the bleachers gettin straight-a’s from all my teachers chorus one hey (hey) oh (oh) gettin’ all sloppy with the sound you know, come on yes (yes) yall (yall) i'll carpet your cranium from wall to wall hey (hey) oh (oh) Bend that stick and to make it glow, it’s like yes (yes) yall (yall) Listen to the buzz of the bass in the hall ​ verse two i'm rosebud and you’re chuck foster i'm the missing link - just check my posture weavin the waves from the first primate throughout the ages to the modern ingrate i got quite a few tricks in my satchel to fan the flames and grease the axles of all the party people that here to dance and if your friends don't dance then your friends are pants so here's your chance to adjust your stance and fix your glance on the lasting pleasure and purpose that comes from blasting all my beats, rhymes, and rantings you got a sweet tooth? i’ll bake a cake your booty sittin still? i’ll make it shake your thorax is stiff? i'll shake it awake we’re gonna jump on the floor til we make it quake ​ chorus two hey (hey) oh (oh) you come for the drinks and stay for the show, come on yes (yes) yall (yall) i'll carpet your cranium from wall to wall, it’s like hey (hey) oh (oh) bend that stick and to make it glow, come on yes (yes) yall (yall) lIsten to the buzz of the bass in the hall

verse one you’re mixin up a cocktail, shaking, adding it tastes okay but there's somethin lacking just add kilroy to that mixture and clock ten points on your flavor richter call me element 153 the final touch to a recipe the additive to raise your mpg and tame your tum when you're out at sea you got a flat soufflé? give me a call i’ll add a pinch of kilroy - that sucka won't fall and if all your party people are stuck to the wall ask me to dance and i’ll cure em all ​ verse two i’m the special sauce, the secret weapon the crowning dance move in all that steppin the final twist in your salted pretzel wheel number five in your ford edsel x, y, z I'm the w axis you're guaranteed death, kilroy, and taxes adding me prints out color faxes and brings out longer, fuller lashes i'm like turtle number 5 - they call me van gogh we fight that foot around the clock i make pizza with mike and soothe raph's whinin when I join a squad, the synergy's flyin chorus one you got weak tea? (just add kilroy) you got a sick tree? (just add kilroy) some kinda bum knee? (just add kilroy) just add kilroy? (just add kilroy) your taxes not done? (just add kilroy) your party no fun? (just add kilroy) your blender won't run? (lust add kilroy) just add kilroy? (just add kilroy) bridge kilroy contains traces of mercury, lead, and starch. excessive use of Kilroy may cause discoloration. if government officials inquire about your use of kilroy, simply excuse yourself and call kilroy’s customer service hotline right away. verse three just add kilroy to soften hands a drop in your coffee soothes your glands spray it on your skin for an even tan just watch those brownies slide off the pan add me to your mutual fund? get rich plug me in your mix? perfect pitch i enhance every team and raise every sitch whether of this earth or not, check this the horsemen of the apocalypse needed a fifth for their b-ball squad, and i got picked check the team, we’re quite unruly it’s war, conquest, famine, death, and yours truly chorus three when your beat’s too clunky (just add kilroy) does your beer tastes skunky? (just add Kilroy) if your breath smells funky... (just add kilroy) or your soup’s too chunky (just add kilroy) how much kilroy? (all the kilroy) all the kilroy? (siempre kilroy) mucho kilroy? (todo kilroy) ​just add kilroy? (just add kilroy)

verse one clip clip clop, no time to stop, i'm atop a box writing on a street sign sketching cowls on the silent vowels and shooing owls off my feral feline she makes a beeline for the treeline i trot to follow but fall behind, round a corner, duck under a pine, trip on a thing and land on my spine above me a lady in a loose-leaf gown puts her hand in mine and lifts me from the ground i size her up, she stares me down i ask her name, she makes no sound she slowly smiles, adjusts her crown, pulls me close and puts her arms around me i find her eyes and ask “What is this about?” And she says chorus one i’m sneakin, i’m snackin i’m freakin, i’m frakkin if you’re the one that talks then i’m the one that’s backin you up or bringin you down cause your nothin but a candy-ass coward and a clown verse two after a moment or perhaps a fortnight with resolve she dissolves the porch lights, takes my hand and leads me through the leaves on a reedy pathway wracked with weeds to a pit that’s filled with what seems to be derelict vintage arcade machines one lights up, another shoots sparks a third spits fire like a welding arc the flashing light disrupts the dark and I see now that I'm in a cricket park a wicked barking laugh alarms us up on the cliff side, not to far there’s a pack of secret service dropouts shining light where the hole was dug out they call to me and ask “what is this about?” and i say chorus two i’m sneakin, i’m snackin I’m freakin, i’m frakkin If you’re the one that talks then i’m the one that’s backin you up or taking you down cause your nothin but a candy-ass coward and a clown

verse one mmm, ah, ok, begin you folks on the sidelines, scooch in grab a candy cigarette or pour some gin i’ma put on that record and make it spin kilroy here, aka beardy the campus weirdy, comin in clearly here to merely sing sincerely and raise a ruckus among us, ya hear me? it's been a while, but i ain’t got rust i’m off the shelf, i’ve shaken the dust hold up my sign “rhyme time or bust” and keep the flow goin’ - that’s a must make your sammies, cut off the crust put on your jammies, address your lust dance so fast that your hair gets mussed and hold onto your glass if your table gets bussed verse two that's right, i'm on the mic check check check, sounds all right bottle service? i think i might pomegranate, with diet sprite turn it up kid, tu-turn it up kid watch my superego dance the pants off your id you got your nails done, now get your hair did swish it to the groove and flip that lid i see it, i get it, you’re in it, you’re on it you got a lot a horsepower under the bonnet we got somethin nice I here, think i'm gonna call it i think i'd be a pretty fly wallace to your gromit i fly like a comet but a little bit slower i soar like eagle but a little bit lower i think this party is just about over ​but show me your hands if you want a little more

verse one left, right, slightly off center it’s out with the old and in with the better there’s youth in my eyes and age in my cheddar down with havarti but ain’t touchin feta so cancel that grudge, lose your vendetta buy a jar of sense and whip out your spreader change your last channel, keep it on the local turn your ears out and dampen that vocal a top-shelf yokel with a straight up spine faulty posture cheap taste in wine a real good find if you like my kind the whole fruit blends - pulp seed and rind chorus ra dada dum dum ra dada dum dum no one is askin you to buy it ra dada dum dum ra dada dum dum don't knock-knock-knock it, knock it til ya try it verse two comin’ at ya quick like a kitten clowder i am the cream in your clam chowder conifg your router, it's gettin louder then off to the store for more baking powder always on the phone and it might even bug ya buy me a glug and i'll probably hug ya i pour more tea in LK's mug another dance dance level and i cut me a rug, but what about smitty, he left the city, so i roll out a riff that's a little bit gritty i don't need your dogma, don't need your pity, just a jane adaptation, a blanket and my kitty verse three that’s a bit silly, ok, i admit it i am a bit of a flibbertigibbet i exhibit a flippity fidgety state like I'm at the wrong seat but i got a full plate like i got the right key, but i got the wrong gate it’s like somethin i was born with or somethin i ate but it's somethin i still will exhibit with taste some hear it in the beat some hear in the bass fed thru a fuse to your shoes to your waist it sends a spark up thru your spine to your face don't sit don't stand don’t blink don't wait ​just run to it, run cause it's shakin up the-place

verse one hey now there's some place i gotta go (you gotta go?) i said there's some place i gotta go (you gotta go?) oh ya there's some place i gotta go (i think i know) i gotta go to the novelty toast bistro (you gotta go to the novelty toast bistro) donuts are old school, fro-yo's in the past we all knew that cupcake craze would never last if you want a taste treat or a flavor blast you get that slightly burned and buttered bread brother and fast with cinnamon and sugar, with salt and butter topped with sweet cream straight from the udder here's my frequent toaster card, better punch it brother cause tastin that toast is just like taking a lover try the saffron-infused honey butter on rye their south of the border toast (ha!) will make you cry if you want toast date then I'm your guy we’ll be on a week long toasty buttered bread high, cause chorus coffee clowns brag about their roastin microbrewers are drinkin and boastin but they aren’t the ones that are bringin most in we’re all at the bistro takin the toast in verse two hey man I'm taking out my lady tonight (out tonight?) you know i gotta take her somewhere real nice (ok that's tight) that’s why I'm taking out my lady tonight (out tonight) to the novelty toast bistro, that's right (to the novelty toast bistro, that's right) i got a hot date so i put on somethin pretty take the red line and meet the missus in the city we're walking and talking and singing a ditty cause the thought of what's comin’s straight up making us giddy we're strolling straight past the bakery, past the sweet shop don't care about that dairy with its milky slop i'm askin pretty pretty please with powdered sugar on the top for that toast that i take to like a donut to a cop a couple of hours and even more crumbs after the roasty toasty air is soakin up our laughter our fingers touch reaching for the the butter knife and then we know we’ll be toastin together for life, cause verse three you know I've been up and down this coast (this whole coast?) oh yes I've been up and down this coast (oh, the coast) and there is one place i love the most (you love the most) it’s that cooky bistro with the novelty toast yeah they got blood orange compote atop pumpernickel truffle toast with sun-dried figs and a pickle double decker french with ganache in the middle sprinkled with sugar and a coca-mocha drizzle pretzel toast, toffee toast, waffle toast, falafel toast smothered toast, dry toast, rye toast, chai toast sesame spiced, and on a bed of rice toast naughty or nice toast, a deal at any price toast baptize me in butter, and sprinkle my grave with the crumbs of every piece of toast that gave it's warm and soft crunch to my mouth and my brain i’d give up the ghost for that toast, praise grain