Something's up with Dib
Something's up with Dib
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back... ((Gaz in backround: WHO CARES?!))
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Never says a word
Hope he hasn't died
Something's up with Dib
Something's up with Dib
Dib:
Showing Zim is buzzing in my skull
Will it ever be? I cannot tell
There's so many things I cannot stop
When I think I've got him, and then at last
Through my determined fingers it does slip
Like a fish in a deep, slimy lake
Something here I'm not quite proving
Though I try, I keep failing
Like a ambition long since past
He's here in an instant, gone in a flash
Why do they not know what i mean??
Why do they not know what i mean??\
In his little plan-of-attack
A disaster waiting to be zapped
These books and information confuse me so
Confound it all, I'll prove it though
Simple project, nothing more
But something's hidden in his floor.
Though I do not have the key
Something's there I cannot see
Why does no one know what i mean??
Why does no one know what i mean??
Hmm...
I've read these UFO books so many times
I know the worries and I know the crimes
I know the Mysterious Mysterys all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my HUMAN finger on
Or perhaps it's really not as hard
As I've been trying to prove
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course! I've been too expectant to see
The answer's right in front of me
Right in front of me
He's an idiot really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible, but everywhere
Just because I cannot prove it
Doesn't mean I can't stop it
You know, I think this Irken thing
It's not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the destructive fun?
It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but me
Why, I could make a stealthly-thing
And there's no reason I can find
I couldn't handle Zim this time
I bet I could prove it too
And that's exactly what I'll do
Hee,hee,hee
Something's up with Dib
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back... ((Gaz in backround: WHO CARES?!))
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Never says a word
Hope he hasn't died
Something's up with Dib
Something's up with Dib
Dib:
Showing Zim is buzzing in my skull
Will it ever be? I cannot tell
There's so many things I cannot stop
When I think I've got him, and then at last
Through my determined fingers it does slip
Like a fish in a deep, slimy lake
Something here I'm not quite proving
Though I try, I keep failing
Like a ambition long since past
He's here in an instant, gone in a flash
Why do they not know what i mean??
Why do they not know what i mean??\
In his little plan-of-attack
A disaster waiting to be zapped
These books and information confuse me so
Confound it all, I'll prove it though
Simple project, nothing more
But something's hidden in his floor.
Though I do not have the key
Something's there I cannot see
Why does no one know what i mean??
Why does no one know what i mean??
Hmm...
I've read these UFO books so many times
I know the worries and I know the crimes
I know the Mysterious Mysterys all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my HUMAN finger on
Or perhaps it's really not as hard
As I've been trying to prove
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course! I've been too expectant to see
The answer's right in front of me
Right in front of me
He's an idiot really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible, but everywhere
Just because I cannot prove it
Doesn't mean I can't stop it
You know, I think this Irken thing
It's not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the destructive fun?
It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but me
Why, I could make a stealthly-thing
And there's no reason I can find
I couldn't handle Zim this time
I bet I could prove it too
And that's exactly what I'll do
Hee,hee,hee