Child's Play 3 the Musical
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Time for Andy
Barclay's nonsense
To stop affecting our sales,
He's history,
The Good Guys
Sales must prevail.
D'you really think I was dead?
Of course I'm back,
Don't funk with the Chuck,
Or I'll attack.
Gonna FedEx myself to Andy,
Cause his body
Could come in handy,
Overnight air,
Next day delivery,
Then I'll deliver the misery,
I'm here to deliver Andy's box.
Possess you instead,
What a genius thought.
Military boarding school,
A place where dolls ain't cool.
Chucky wants a different soul,
Bodies pile and
We lose control.
How will we fight him?
He won't die,
He was melted,
Watched him fry.
If this is army school,
Where are the guns?
Gotta put an end
To Chucky's fun.
This is my rifle,
This is my gun,
This is for fighting,
And this is for fun.
Playing with dolls is for girls,
Stop and give shootin'
Guns a whirl.
Boo! You gotta be
Fucking kiddin' me.
A strangulation gets
The circulation going,
And bullets get PTSD flowing.
Presto! You're bald!
I get my kicks
By breaking balls.
Buzz cuts are how
I love my heads...
Presto! You're dead!
Does anyone else
See that live grenade?
Better sacrifice myself,
So that lives are saved.
-Damballa chant-
Ha te du wee damballa
Give me the power,
I beg of you
Je veux de mercier de sayu