Hop, hop, you came along my secret laboratory
Spiky, spiky, bloody fangs hungry for my 气
Hold up, mister
Right there, mister
Sit down, mister
How about some retort, pouch of curry?
Pouch of chili, pouch of M.R.E.
But you're rather picky
Well, I'll make you something else, don't need to show me how
Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself
广东 or 四川, 江苏 or 湖南
No matter which one you pick, I'll get it done
炸酱面 and 小笼包, 馄饨 and 叉烧
Delivery or takeout won't beat my retort pouch
You're loving my retort, I'm loving your retort
You're my only retort, you're my only retort
一 一 ・ 一 二 一 ・ 一 二 三 四 五 六 七
一 一 ・ 一 二 一 ・ 一 二 三 四 五 六 七
Crack, crack, you stretch your arms out asking for a hug
Hidden under your talisman is your practiced smile
Come here, mister
Help me, mister
Right here, mister
You took up my spoon
Stirring curry, stirring chili
That's when I've realized we've became friendly
Then he came, a man in black and white, he's holding
Laser guns and 八卦 signs
Then he aimed at your slimy skin and pulled the
Trigger, your head bursts
Sh, I'll stitch you back up, don't need to show me how
Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself
I'll give you plastic eyes, and give you nylon hair
And I'll make sure I get your talisman repaired shark
Fin soup or 点心, dumpling or 北京 duck
Nothing I make is gonna bring that charm inside you back
But you're still my retort, but you're still my retort
I'm seeking for retort, I'm seeking for retort