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!