Orphan Tears, Pt. 3
Sip, sippin' on
Sip, sippin' on
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears
The story continues real oddly (huh?)
I'm staring at Bill Cosby (what the?)
Thinkin' that we'll probably
Have to attempt to kill Cosby (let's get him)
I'm scared and my legs were wobblin'
But I knew that we had to stop him
I could hear the orphans sobbin'
My morals made me confident
I screamed out, "Get him, y'all!" (let's get him)
And the place turned into a frickin' brawl (uh!)
A lot of Kung Fu kicks and punches involved (psh)
To the legs, to the body, to the lips and jaw (psh, psh)
It was a really good fight we were putting up (uh-huh)
But, Bill Cosby just wouldn't budge (nope)
He kept eating them pudding cups
It was hard to beat him, he was super tough
Punch after punch, he just kept on clocking me
While he was doing it, he was doing comedy (that's weird)
It was pretty funny, honestly
I hate to admit, then I snapped out of it
When he used his sweater as a makeshift whip (wha-psh)
Hit me in the legs and he made me trip
Man, we were getting our asses kicked (aye)
And that wasn't even the last of it (nuh-uh)
Cosby snapped his fingers and he screamed out, "Robots!"
Soon we were surrounded by some, you guessed it, "Robots!"
But these weren't normal robots that we saw standing before us (nah)
They were all pure evil, and they looked just like Chuck Norris
"Get 'em!"
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears (they got me sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears
I got a lot of robot Chucks all around me
And I'm sittin' there getting my ass kicked (aw!)
Then I thought about what Bill Cosby said
And I flash back about last trip
He said, "Hello, with the pudding"
Hey! The pudding cups may be key (yeah)
That's what gives him super-strength
What if it does the same to me?
So I looked around 'till I found some (there!)
And I grabbed a cup and I downed some (gulp)
And I thought to myself, "Man, how dumb!"
'Til I grew the size of a mountain (ha!)
And I got buff, and changed a bunch
And now I'm all tough, and dangerous (Grr!)
And so I turned to the whole gang of Chucks and said
"Yo, Texas Ranger sucks!"
I was just distracting 'em
While my friends Hulk out, too (smash!)
Pretty soon thereafter, we were tearing through those ground troops
And circuits were flying
And robots getting laid out
I hit one so hard, he runs on Windows 98 now
Since we're so frickin large
Cosby ran, but we hit him, hard
(No!) Probably tell you it hurts
'Cause we beat him up like a rental car (take that!)
We set the children free, free from the predator
Before we left, we took the cash outta the register!
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears (they got me sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on
Now no more Orphan Tears
Sip, sippin' on
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears
The story continues real oddly (huh?)
I'm staring at Bill Cosby (what the?)
Thinkin' that we'll probably
Have to attempt to kill Cosby (let's get him)
I'm scared and my legs were wobblin'
But I knew that we had to stop him
I could hear the orphans sobbin'
My morals made me confident
I screamed out, "Get him, y'all!" (let's get him)
And the place turned into a frickin' brawl (uh!)
A lot of Kung Fu kicks and punches involved (psh)
To the legs, to the body, to the lips and jaw (psh, psh)
It was a really good fight we were putting up (uh-huh)
But, Bill Cosby just wouldn't budge (nope)
He kept eating them pudding cups
It was hard to beat him, he was super tough
Punch after punch, he just kept on clocking me
While he was doing it, he was doing comedy (that's weird)
It was pretty funny, honestly
I hate to admit, then I snapped out of it
When he used his sweater as a makeshift whip (wha-psh)
Hit me in the legs and he made me trip
Man, we were getting our asses kicked (aye)
And that wasn't even the last of it (nuh-uh)
Cosby snapped his fingers and he screamed out, "Robots!"
Soon we were surrounded by some, you guessed it, "Robots!"
But these weren't normal robots that we saw standing before us (nah)
They were all pure evil, and they looked just like Chuck Norris
"Get 'em!"
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears (they got me sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears
I got a lot of robot Chucks all around me
And I'm sittin' there getting my ass kicked (aw!)
Then I thought about what Bill Cosby said
And I flash back about last trip
He said, "Hello, with the pudding"
Hey! The pudding cups may be key (yeah)
That's what gives him super-strength
What if it does the same to me?
So I looked around 'till I found some (there!)
And I grabbed a cup and I downed some (gulp)
And I thought to myself, "Man, how dumb!"
'Til I grew the size of a mountain (ha!)
And I got buff, and changed a bunch
And now I'm all tough, and dangerous (Grr!)
And so I turned to the whole gang of Chucks and said
"Yo, Texas Ranger sucks!"
I was just distracting 'em
While my friends Hulk out, too (smash!)
Pretty soon thereafter, we were tearing through those ground troops
And circuits were flying
And robots getting laid out
I hit one so hard, he runs on Windows 98 now
Since we're so frickin large
Cosby ran, but we hit him, hard
(No!) Probably tell you it hurts
'Cause we beat him up like a rental car (take that!)
We set the children free, free from the predator
Before we left, we took the cash outta the register!
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Little children near and far
Don't know where your parents are
Cry directly in this jar
I will drink it at the bar
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on Orphan Tears (they got me sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on (sip, sippin' on)
Sip, sippin' on
Now no more Orphan Tears
Credits
Writer(s): Ray William Johnson
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