W.D. GREENSTER

But, do not fret, my green friend.

As my soul has been changed!

The remains of your greened wisdom

Are the silky cocoon

In which my new self rest.

Soon, I'll rise

With new wings, new feelers,

And I'll take flight!

I'll be a summer mirage of your green herbs,

The living proof of your mad geniuses!

And what I'll do, you may ask?

I'll sing...

I'll sing Alvin and the chipmunks' cover of the Witch Doctor on its original high pitch!!!!

Gaster, smoking green weed.

Knight is lurking,

Looking through the crystals.

Gaster, pass me another blunt.

They is slaying Them,

All of the secret bosses–

Gaster, Wing DiDiDiDiDiDi– Gaster.

Gaster, Wing DiDiDiDiDiDi– Gaster.

Gaster, Wing DiDiDi— Gaster.

Gaster, Wing Ding–

Gaster, Gaster, DIDIDIDIDI

RudyKnightTheory–

Pick up the dial Gaster, uuuuuh.

I know you're in the shelter, uuuuhh.

I'm in the freedoms gaster, uuuuh.

Can I be a secret boss? Uuuuuh.

Ohhhhh sing it

I have to thank you,

For you are the reason I've bloom

Into such luminous state.

I'm now the master

Of the green mirages of this world.

My own phantasmagoria,

Turned from a dim dream,

To a imperishable field

Of the richest greens.