Boinga: Boinga! Austin: Boinga's a word we don't understand Mother Boinga: The words are different in Martian Land Pablo: Well, we don't know your language yet Austin: Maybe you can teach us Mother Boinga: Sure you bet Boinga: Boinga! {Mother Boinga) Almost everything is boinga here Just in case you hadn't heard Almost everything is boinga here It's the Martians' favorite word Uniqua: Do you call these hands? Mother Boinga: Nope, we call them boinga! Austin: Do you use post and pans? Mother Boinga: Yep, we call them boinga! Boinga: Boinga! Pablo: We wear hats on our heads Mother Boinga: Really? We wear boinga Uniqua: Do you guys sleep in bed? Mother Boinga: Nope, we sleep in boinga Hey! That's good! Boinga: Boinga! Mother Boinga: Do your birds say boinga? Uniqua: No, our birds say tweet Mother Boinga: Do your flowers smell Boinga? Pablo: No, they just smell sweet Mother Boinga: Do you walk on your boinga? Austin: No, we walk on feet Mother Boinga: Do you sit on your boinga? Uniqua: No, we sit in our seat Boinga: Boinga! Boinga! Pablo: You certainly use that word a lot Mother Boinga: Well, it means a lot of things, so why not Austin: Is there anything Boinga dosen't mean? Mother Boinga: Well, maybe there is but not that I've seen Pablo, Uniqua and Austin: Almost everything is Boinga here Mother Boinga: We boinga all boinga long Boinga: Boinga! Pablo, Uniqua, and Austin: Almost everything is boinga here Mother Boinga: So we boinga this boinga song Boinga: Boinga! Pablo, Uniqua, and Austin: Boinga this boinga Mother Boinga: Boinga! Pablo, Uniqua, Austin: Boinga this boinga Mother Boinga: Boinga! Pablo, Uniqua, Austin: This boinga song Mother Boinga: Boinga! Pablo, Uniqua, Austin: Boinga this boinga Mother Boinga: Boinga! Pablo, Uniqua, Austin: Boinga this boinga!