That's...Homura!

When the world hits her eye

Like a big pantsu pie,

That's Homura.

When she wears underwear

Of her love from out there,

That's Homura.

Like a queen of the naughty things,

With the bling-a-blings, Homu sings

"I'm a pervert."

Swift and just, with a need for lust,

Leave 'em in the dust, for you must

Spread the good word.

When she raises her bow

And the arrow's aglow,

That's Homura.

When it sails 'cross the sky

Like a bird on the fly

She's a star.

She's a girl fueled by her dreams

And she knows that her heart

Is so pure-ah!

Haters fear, she is here,

It's her time, it's her year,

That's Homura!

Morning Rescue

Madoka, love the way you move.

Girl, you make me sweat and I'm in the groove.

Long white gown and a pair of wings

Mean the world to me. You mean everything.

All these folks gonna go my way.

Everybody knows we got hell to pay.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh...

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh...

On the run, can't stand still,

Got a town to save, got no time to kill.

Ribbon on, flaming red,

Your pink panties are on my head.

Homu, homu, homu, homu, homu, homu, oh....

Touch you baby, hold you baby, kiss you baby,

What you doin' to me now?

Tease you baby, squeeze you baby, please you baby,

Gotta get to you somehow.

Three a.m. and I'm in tears,

You're so far, even though you're near.

Clothes are torn, can't move on,

Gonna need you now before I'm dead and gone.

Spilled the beans, the story's told.

A pink-haired goddess, she saved my soul.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh...

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh...

Fall to my knees, and I pray,

That my Madoka is gonna come my way.

She's my woman, and she'll take my hand.

For her I would die to protect this land.

Homu, homu, homu, homu, homu, homu, oh....

Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark 
It's raining in the park but meantime 
South of the river you stop and you hold everything 
A band is blowing Dixie double four time 
You feel alright when you hear that music ring 


You step inside but you don't see too many faces 
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down 
Too much competition too many other places 
But not too many horns can make that sound 
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town 


You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords 
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing 
And an old guitar is all he can afford 
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing 


And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene 
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright 
He can play honky tonk just like anything 
Saving it up for Friday night 
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing 


And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner 
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles 
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band 
It ain't what they call rock and roll 
And the Sultans played Creole 


And then the man he steps right up to the microphone 
And says at last just as the time bell rings 
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' 
And he makes it fast whith one more thing... 

'We are the Sultans.
We are the Sultans of Swing.'

Nutella Day

Twenty-twenty-twenty four jars to go, I wanna eat nutella.
Nothing to do, and nowhere to go-oh-oh, I wanna eat nutella.
Just put it on my muffins, put it on my bread,
hurry, hurry, hurry, before I'm left for dead.
I want it on my fingers, I want it on my head.
Ohohohohoho~~~~!
Twenty-twenty-twenty four jars to go, I wanna eat nutella.
Nothing to do, and nowhere to go-oh-oh, I wanna eat nutella.
Just put it on my crackers, put it on my bread,
hurry, hurry, hurry, before I'm left for dead.
I want it on my fingers, I want it on my head.
Ohohohohoho~~~~!
Twenty-twenty-twenty four jars to go, I wanna eat nutella.
Nothing to do, and nowhere to go-oh-oh, I wanna eat nutella.
Just put on some berries, put it on my clothes,
hurry, hurry, hurry, I want some more of those.
I want it on my body, I want it on my toes.
Ohohohohoho~~~~!
Twenty-twenty-twenty four jars to go, I wanna eat nutella.
Nothing to do, and nowhere to go-oh-oh, I wanna eat nutella.
Just put in on my biscuits, put some more on my clothes,
hurry hurry hurry, I want some more of those.
I can't control my cravings, I've got it on my nose.
Ohohohohoho~~~~!
N-U-T-E! L-L-A-HEY! I wanna eat nutella.
N-U-T-E! L-L-A-HEY! I wanna eat nutella.
N-U-T-E! L-L-A-HEY! I wanna eat nutella.
N-U-T-E! L-L-A-HEY! I wanna eat nutella!!!