Prepare to see trillions of spores

but i falter on the forethought
i keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
achromatic twisted aeronaut
a birdbrain
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop
hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground (foul!)
ain't no fellow feathers fallin' for a freak (so weak)
so put my neck up on the chopping block
a birdbrain
baby, i don't think my head is comin' off
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop!

Prepare to see trillions of sponge

You cannot grasp the true form of Giygas' attack!