Minions are ignorant savages and they've been so many places I guess it might be so But still I cannot see How they are the loved one How can there be so much that you don't know You don't know You think you own whatever social network you land on Tumblr is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every follower, and post, and like Has a life, has a spirit, has a name You think the only minions, who are minions Are the minions who look and think like you But if you walk the foot-steps of a minion You will learn things you never knew you never knew Have you ever heard the minion cry to the full moon gru? Or asked the grinning Bob why he grins? Can you sing with all the voices of the forgotten meme's? Can you paint with all the colors of the minions? [x2] Come run the hidden sh**-posts of Facebook Come taste the sh**-sweet stains of your timeline Come roll in all the banana's all around you And for once, never wonder what they're worth Dave and Bob are my brothers Gru and Dr. Nefario are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop, that never ends How big will the franchise grow? If you end it now, you will never know And you will never hear the minion cry to the full moon gru Or whether we are yellow or darker yellow We need to sing with all the forgotten meme's We need to paint with all the colors of the minions You can own Facebook and still all you will own is Facebook, until You can paint, with all the colors of the minions