“POWtro”
Written by Niyazi Sonmez

Intro:
Ok, people, this is the last one.
So I’m gonna make this count.
Go for it Valentine, this ones on you, man.
Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce BOUNCE. COME ON!!!

Verse 1: (Valentine)
How many bunnies you know that act like me?
Jump onto your roof and slide down your chimney.
Take all your stuff without you seeing me
Then open your front door and leave casually.

Let the air out your tires, gradually.
And have you pissed off almost instantly.
Seems everybody’s getting made at me.
I was only demonstrating how sneaky I can be, you see.

I took NiGHTS’ hat while he was asleep.
Took Jackles cards so he can’t attack me.
Took Clawz’ mice so he became useless.
Took Puffy’s clothes and made her a nudist.

Took Gilwings wings so he can’t fly fast.
Took Reala’s chair so he can’t park his arse.
Took Gulpo’s bowl so he can’t swim in it.
Took Wizemans brain so he became a dumb shit.

Chorus:
This is the outro.
This is the outro.
We’re saying POW so it’s now become a POWtro.

Just so
That you know
The word POWtro originated as a typo.

Verse 2:
Why the hell is Wizeman a pimp?
Is it because he’s the size of a blimp?
But his manhood’s the size of a shrimp.
How do I know this?

CAUSE PUFFY TOLD ME
That when she was feeling all horny.
She went up to Wizeman and said “hold me”
And when he did she was surprised
Removed his shorts and then couldn’t believe her eyes.

It was rock hard, it couldn’t get any harder.
But the bloody thing was the same size and a chipolata.
She got all pissed like the fire starter
And burnt down the crib of the rass clut.

Then slapped the bastard and announced
That the relationship was over and then she bounced.
Only to come back a week later on
With some equipment to enlarge his crag horn

Chorus:

Verse 3:
Dutty. I’ve got such a dutty mind.
Too busy thinking about a girls behind.
“Outrageous. Shame on you”
Oh shut up, you ho, you know you want me too.

Let me get my freak on.
I’m a bunny and it’s spring, ya know, tis the season
To wor-wor-wiri-work it out.
Tenten, I ain’t talking about no socks now.

I’m talking about stockings of all things.
No bling, just the concept of ching-ching.
And don’t think you’re running anywhere either, Kas.
Get your RASPBERRY arse around this way fast

And I’ll teach you how to make a RASPBERRY shortcake
In return for some rump steak.
Heh. Damn.
FO shizzle. You all think the same thing like me.
That’s why the Bunny Man feeling so irie.

Chorus:

Verse 4:
Right, before we go, DiGi wants to say sorry.
Go DiG’-

Yeah, hi, just a few quick apologies.
Sorry to SiLK for mentioning KFC
And sorry to Blu for mentioning Mac D’s.

Sorry to Elbot for the farting gag.
Couldn’t help myself man, don’t get mad.
Sorry to Kas for making things so dutty.
But let’s be honest, can you bloody blame me?

Sorry to Tenten, your socks will return soon.
Sorry to Sai for me acting like a loon.
Sorry to Flanic. He’s a dude, ya know.
My apologies out to the hero.

Sorry to the Scottish for my crap impersonation
But make love, not beef, between our nations.
And here’s the last line from me.
After all this, there’s no way I’m making a Themes to Dreams 3.

Chorus:

Outro: