Dan Bull - Deadpool Song lyrics

Forced laughter declaration of excitement
Build-up build-up, build-up, build-up
Build-up, build-up, build-up
Build-up, build-up, build-up
Build-up, build-up, build-up
Build-up, build-up, build-up
Build-up, build-up, build-up
Drop

Mah! This is a song that's self-referential
By Dan Bull about a fellow called Deadpool
Both dead-cool, both mental
Both use terms that are frowned on in general
We're giving you a heart attack
The proper medical term for that's cardiac
We put in two hundred percent
You're probably only doing about half of that
Who's this beautiful dude doing martial arts?
Hey! Where's Ms Marvel at?
I'm the marvelous marvel of
Marvel you marvel at
Throwing marbles at marmosets
Wearing a tight, black and red pajama set
Nomming marmalade because I'm Marvin, mate
And now
I've got to dash because I'm rather late
For the hook in which I lazily chant my name

Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well
It's all in your head
Pool to the dead to to dead to the pool
Ooh! Bikinis! Head to the pool
Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well
It's all in your head
Impressed mildly be you'll, backwards
This read, bro, story cool

So, scratch that Deadpool itch
Livestream it all on Twitch
Self-referential kit'sch
Auto tuned to perfect pitch
Call women ho and bitch
Then repeat until you're rich
It's pronounced niche not "Nich"
Oh no, YouTube just glitched
There's too much anger give me a chimichanga
I'm a chubby wanker
I can't read the signs well
Enough to see the dan-ger
Oh, hang on, cheeky banter!
And I'm fidgety, rowdy, skittish
Inexplicably sounding British
Round up critics that downvote this
And skip their life story to the finish
With so many fates to save the world from
Who will step to the plate? Wade will, son
I make you disappear from the
Net like your name was
I was running out of rhymes for Wilson
Even though I just had the
Opportunity to change it i still said Wilson
And now, I've done it again
We should probably bring the fills in

Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well
It's all in your head
Pool to the dead to to dead to the pool
Ooh! Bikinis! Head to the pool
Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
If it doesn't make sense, well
It's all in your head
Impressed mildly be you'll, backwards
This read, bro, story cool

This song is for sale you have money
Go on! Treat yourself
Have you noticed how many of Dan Bull's songs
End really suddenly on
The final wooooooooooord?