No characters isn't mine, nor is this song rewrite!
1) Aquatic Mime
Let's go and die, in Aquatic Mime,
Once was a water park, but look, there's a street mime,
Makes ya wanna lick walls, and say goodbye,
And get to do crazy things, avoid the mime,
It sure beats punchin my own toes all the time,
But I gotta punch 'em, they always do the wrong pantomimes,
Sometimes they hang out on Chillin' Lane,
But I'm the protector, of the emerald's agenda,
Ain't no one stupider, I'm in awful pain,
I'm seeing mimes that talk, they try to blow me north,
Avoiding my choice, I'm felin' kinda stuck,
Should I watch these clowns or go out to a ballgame?
Hand mime, beat mime, all lead to different pathaways,
Stuck in a box? I don't know what der doin',
Gaurenteed though, I will leave this treachourus hell hole,
Mimes can't call me Knuckles, I want them to lose,
Sure beats having to kiss Rouge all the time,
But I gotta do it, it's the only way out,
Sometimes I'll go down the mime passaway,
But I'm the protector, of them getting my emerald,
Ain't nothin worser, than a street mime,
I'm seeing mimes with props, they try to make me one,
Around my head, I get all dressed up,
Don't take me out of this, teach me your moves!
2) Throw Them All Away
Everybody tries to be strait,
but people are still gay,
It's useless, to be one,
The info tapes are all wasted,
Head straight for the exit by any means,
There is a gay mob that you never seen,
There's a croud of lesbians that you never seen,
Run away no matter how long it takes,
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again
(Instumental)
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again.
(Instumental)
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again.
That's all, folks! Next Chapter: " Mild Canyon", and "I Wanna Spit High".
1) Aquatic Mime
Let's go and die, in Aquatic Mime,
Once was a water park, but look, there's a street mime,
Makes ya wanna lick walls, and say goodbye,
And get to do crazy things, avoid the mime,
It sure beats punchin my own toes all the time,
But I gotta punch 'em, they always do the wrong pantomimes,
Sometimes they hang out on Chillin' Lane,
But I'm the protector, of the emerald's agenda,
Ain't no one stupider, I'm in awful pain,
I'm seeing mimes that talk, they try to blow me north,
Avoiding my choice, I'm felin' kinda stuck,
Should I watch these clowns or go out to a ballgame?
Hand mime, beat mime, all lead to different pathaways,
Stuck in a box? I don't know what der doin',
Gaurenteed though, I will leave this treachourus hell hole,
Mimes can't call me Knuckles, I want them to lose,
Sure beats having to kiss Rouge all the time,
But I gotta do it, it's the only way out,
Sometimes I'll go down the mime passaway,
But I'm the protector, of them getting my emerald,
Ain't nothin worser, than a street mime,
I'm seeing mimes with props, they try to make me one,
Around my head, I get all dressed up,
Don't take me out of this, teach me your moves!
2) Throw Them All Away
Everybody tries to be strait,
but people are still gay,
It's useless, to be one,
The info tapes are all wasted,
Head straight for the exit by any means,
There is a gay mob that you never seen,
There's a croud of lesbians that you never seen,
Run away no matter how long it takes,
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again
(Instumental)
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again.
(Instumental)
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
The mob follows you forever.
Oh gays, the lesbians, that await you, in the mob,
Throw them all away,
No one can make you one, nobody could say you're one,
You see a gay person wherever you go,
You have to face them again and again.
That's all, folks! Next Chapter: " Mild Canyon", and "I Wanna Spit High".