Man on the Internet - Bonetrousle | Текст песни

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Papyrus: It's time for my big number, Sans! Hit it!

Sans: Okay.

Papyrus: Sans! I meant play the music!

Sans: Okay.

Papyrus: SANS!

Sans: Okay. Now, let's see here
Ah, here's the play button.

Papyrus: Ready for this, brother?

Sans: I don't think anyone could be prepared for this.

Papyrus: Shut up, Sans! You just don't understand perfection!

Papyrus: Attention human, my name is Papyrus!
I'm a skeleton made with magic, bones, and lots of cool!
If you need proof, then look at my biceps,
Because they're wearing sunglasses, and that clearly means I rule!

My cooking skills unrivaled when it comes to spaghetti,
With sauce and pasta, noodles extra long!
And not a single creature has survived a dish!

Sans: The kid just walked right past it

Papyrus: SANS! Don't interrupt my song!

It takes a special kind of perfection
Just to match what I have been without ever having tried!
And that's why Undyne wants me in the royal guard!

Sans: But aren't you still in training?

Papyrus: Hey! That doesn't mean I lied!

So if you think that we can be pals,
Then you had better be prepared for immense amounts of fun!
But since you human, then I'm afraid you will be captured!

Sans:But you're trying to make friends with one

Papyrus: SANS!

Sans: What?

Papyrus: Stop plaguing my number with incidental lyrics!

Sans: I thought they sounded pretty cool.

Papyrus: Well, I thought they sounded like Not Papyrus! Which is the worst kind of sound to be!

Sans: Oh. Sorry, then.

Papyrus: It's okay, Sans. I already forgave you. Come on! Let's go get some Nice Cream!

Sans: Huh. The flash pots are all primed and ready. I think that's the first time he's successfully cooked something.

Papyrus: YOU'RE OFFICIALLY UNFORGIVEN, SANS!

Sans: Well, the song's not over. You'd better get ready for your next verse.

Papyrus: I WAS BORN READY!

It takes a special kind of perfection
Just to match what I have been without ever having tried!
And that's why I'm the greatest royal guardsman,
Or at least one that's in training, BUT THAT STILL FILLS ME WITH PRIDE!

So if you think that we can be pals,
Then you had better be prepared for immense amounts of fun!
Where are you going, human? We're supposed to be fighting!
Why do you think this song is done?

Oh, I knew it, Sans
Not even the human respects me!

Sans: Hey, bro, bro, that's not true
A lot of people like you.

Papyrus: How do you know?

Sans: I wouldn't have arranged this orchestra rendition if they didn't. Hit it, boys.

Papyrus: Sans, this is...

Sans: Yep. Knock 'em dead, bro. Prove you're bad to the bone.

Papyrus: Come on then, human, let's see if you can keep up
With the great Papyrus in this moment of truth!
It won't be easy, you'll have to do actual work,
Unlike my lazybones brother at his booth!

Sans: (Hey!)

You're doing great so far, little human,
But since I'm a skeleton, I'm not getting tired at all!
Okay, maybe, I'm losing some breath,
But not quite as much as you, wait, be careful! Do not fall!

This is the longest any human's lasted to me

Sans: That's because you haven't met one yet

Papyrus: So maybe we can take a little break
And lie down for a bit? NO! Papyrus never rests!

I fooled you, human! Papyrus does not do things with his eyes closed and snoring! BRING OUT THE BACKUP DANCERS!

Sans: Bro, that's called sleep.


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