Joe Swanson: Hey, Pat, where's the wheelchair ramp? Pawtucket Pat: Oh, we don't have one. I guess this is where you get off. [Pawtucket Pat blows a whistle and the Chumba Wumbas come out]
Choomba woomba gobblty glue Life isn't fair it's sad but it's true Choomba woomba gobblty gee When your poor legs are stiff as a tree What do you do when you're stuck in a chair Finding it hard to go up and down stairs What do you think of the one you call God? Isn't his absence slightly odd Maybe he's forgotten you Choomba woomba gobblty gorse Count yourself lucky you're not a horse They would turn you into dog food Or to choomba woomba gobblty glue
Joe Swanson: I'm glad I'm not taking your stupid tour! I'm a Coors man anyway. Silver bullet! Chumba Wumba #2: Gobbledy glue!
Чумба Вумба тра та та та ти, Жизнь сурова, как не крути. Тот ходок у кого ноги есть. А если нет, так и нечего лезть!