Bluto: Hey! What’s all this laying around stuff? Why are you all still laying around here for?
Stork: What the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron? We’re all expelled. There’s nothing to fight for anymore.
D-Day: [to Bluto] Let it go. War’s over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: What? Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: [to Boon] Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he’s rolling.
{Chorus}
With the bots’ in the bro’s maw
Hitte’s on a roll
Hitte’s on a roll
Hitte’s on a roll
When the Prime tries to gnaw a yaw
Hitte sees the whole
Hitte sees the whole
Hitte sees the whole
And if a brother gets an attitude
Hitte counters troll
Hitte counters troll
Hitte counters troll
I got the hammer for an arm and I’m no longer a pawn
And I found my own heaven cause I got it going on
Oh! I’m a nice gent, with some nice dreams
See I’m hell bent, see these smart seams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar mech
That’s better than what’s offered, greater feck
Hellcrusher, exterior surrounds us
The interior like madness oil bled
You can annihilate, choose this heaven instead
Cheat on your mad ma, that’s how you get ahizzead
Shambler wit the beat, I’ve been shambling since we meet
With the name that’ll make you pain like thumping in the heat
So don’t try to run up on my hat talking all that raspy bit
Trying to ask a bit
When my chainsaw fill ya maw they shan’t thump your bit
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should think of me
And think before you rail against your Big B
{Chorus}
I’m a winner, but y’all knew that
Da Big Hitte Bot, yeah I had to do that
I keep a sneak trick tucked in on my frontside
But only on the brain side, yeah that’s the femme side
Ain’t no other way to play the game the way I play
I thump so much you thought I was a DJ
[scratches] “two!” – “one!” – “yep, three!”
An H-I double T-E, B-O double T
I can’t fake it, just shake it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the bots get break-ed
So bring your friends, all of y’all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don’t change the tittle, turn it up a little
I got a brother room full of fine bashed smittles
Waiting on the hittle, the brittle and the quittal
B’s to the training room, now robots here we cytol
{Chorus}
I’m a Bad Bot, wit a lotta woes
Dropped my chasis, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I am real sharp
Ram-sham-bler, before they wrote garp
On the mad scene and I’m a fine bean
If you keep me close, I’ll be your best dream
Oh he’s got us trapped so he thinks we fear that?
We’re in our robot heaven, stop gat!
Stuck in one place, I’ll find us a brace
You’re sister’s sighing, now you’ve lost face
We are bound to, bring defeat to you
Must I remind you I’m only here to twist you
Ramshamble you, quip you then flip you
So join in our Robot Heaven we implore you, do
Dump the mads’ plan, get on board, you
Brother come close, let us see how to get loose!
Thankies. I actually thought of this song when I read the comic as per Weird Al’s polka sample version, which is more fitting tune wise in my head. It was fun trying to gangster up Mustachio’s lyrics while trying to keep a feel for his usual vocabulary. Hitty, it wasn’t too much of a stretch, though I fudged her name a bit to fit the spell out rhyme part.
So would this be the moment that Hitty does a Twirling Transformation Scene in order to become Sailor DeathStar? o_O
….AKA “Sailor Mimas,” a character from the Sailor Moon Expanded Universe novels where all the moons in the solar system get a shout-out.
Wait no stop I’m having feelings about a robot that we’ve only known for like ten strips.
Stop that that’s not nice.
hitty x mustachio 4ever
Made me think of this classic:
Bluto: Hey! What’s all this laying around stuff? Why are you all still laying around here for?
Stork: What the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron? We’re all expelled. There’s nothing to fight for anymore.
D-Day: [to Bluto] Let it go. War’s over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: What? Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: [to Boon] Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he’s rolling.
Snoop Dogg – Drop It Like Its Hot
Huuuuuuuuuuush
Huuuuuuuuuuush
{Chorus}
With the bots’ in the bro’s maw
Hitte’s on a roll
Hitte’s on a roll
Hitte’s on a roll
When the Prime tries to gnaw a yaw
Hitte sees the whole
Hitte sees the whole
Hitte sees the whole
And if a brother gets an attitude
Hitte counters troll
Hitte counters troll
Hitte counters troll
I got the hammer for an arm and I’m no longer a pawn
And I found my own heaven cause I got it going on
Oh! I’m a nice gent, with some nice dreams
See I’m hell bent, see these smart seams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar mech
That’s better than what’s offered, greater feck
Hellcrusher, exterior surrounds us
The interior like madness oil bled
You can annihilate, choose this heaven instead
Cheat on your mad ma, that’s how you get ahizzead
Shambler wit the beat, I’ve been shambling since we meet
With the name that’ll make you pain like thumping in the heat
So don’t try to run up on my hat talking all that raspy bit
Trying to ask a bit
When my chainsaw fill ya maw they shan’t thump your bit
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should think of me
And think before you rail against your Big B
{Chorus}
I’m a winner, but y’all knew that
Da Big Hitte Bot, yeah I had to do that
I keep a sneak trick tucked in on my frontside
But only on the brain side, yeah that’s the femme side
Ain’t no other way to play the game the way I play
I thump so much you thought I was a DJ
[scratches] “two!” – “one!” – “yep, three!”
An H-I double T-E, B-O double T
I can’t fake it, just shake it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the bots get break-ed
So bring your friends, all of y’all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don’t change the tittle, turn it up a little
I got a brother room full of fine bashed smittles
Waiting on the hittle, the brittle and the quittal
B’s to the training room, now robots here we cytol
{Chorus}
I’m a Bad Bot, wit a lotta woes
Dropped my chasis, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I am real sharp
Ram-sham-bler, before they wrote garp
On the mad scene and I’m a fine bean
If you keep me close, I’ll be your best dream
Oh he’s got us trapped so he thinks we fear that?
We’re in our robot heaven, stop gat!
Stuck in one place, I’ll find us a brace
You’re sister’s sighing, now you’ve lost face
We are bound to, bring defeat to you
Must I remind you I’m only here to twist you
Ramshamble you, quip you then flip you
So join in our Robot Heaven we implore you, do
Dump the mads’ plan, get on board, you
Brother come close, let us see how to get loose!
{Chorus}
Huuuuuuuuuuush
Huuuuuuuuuuush
This is an improvement over the original lyrics, I think.
Thankies. I actually thought of this song when I read the comic as per Weird Al’s polka sample version, which is more fitting tune wise in my head. It was fun trying to gangster up Mustachio’s lyrics while trying to keep a feel for his usual vocabulary. Hitty, it wasn’t too much of a stretch, though I fudged her name a bit to fit the spell out rhyme part.
*confused* Hitty’s on treads, not wheels.
It’s still rolling. Tractors on treads roll. Tanks roll. Moving sidewalks roll, although that’s a bit inverted…
Well, she does look like she’s built to roll…
Besides, what’s in a name? Oh yeah; letters. Sorry – I forgot for a moment there. Carry on.
I’m still waiting for Hitty to wear Mustachio/Ramshambler like a hat and enact the “Embargo” scene from “Thunderdome”.
I like Hitty’s “voice” font, whatever it is…
I know you used IMDB, but this is the real version…