Potatoes You Have Skinned, an invader zim fanfic

Parody of "Colors of the wind" from Pocahontas. GIR tries to explain to Zim how he's crazy and wants him to join him . . . :-P

(Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or Pocahontas. Yup!)

You think you own whatever land you land on

The world is just a big thing you invade

But I know every sock, and flea, and meat germ

Has a spice, has a flavor, has a face

You think the only irkens who are irkens

Are the people who laugh evil and destroy

But if you walk the footsteps of your robot

You learn the things you never eat and never taste

Have you ever heard the monkey scream on the TV?

Or ask the mongoose why he's long and thin

Can you sing for end on end without stopping?

Can you think with all the potatoes you have skinned?

Come run the hidden aisles of the Walgreen's

Come taste the fresh made pancakes in the kitchen

Come look at all the things all around you

And never once ever wonder if they're gross

Field of corn and liver are my brothers

Karen, Bush, and Potter are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a mess of stuff that never ends

Have you ever heard the monkey scream on the TV?

Or let the beagle tell you where I've been?

Can you sing for end on end without stopping?

Can you think with all the potatoes you have skinned?

How far does maple syrup flow?

If you clean it up

Then you'll never control it

You'll never hear the monkey scream on the TV

Or wear the furry coat of Popper's win

We need to for end on end without stopping

We need to think with all the potatoes we have skinned

You could own the world and never see the wind

You can think with all the potatoes you have skinned