RTRT

Hop hop, you entered my secret lab
Sharp, sharp bloody fangs craving my energy

Wait a minute, sir
Stop right there, sir
Take a seat, sir
How about some comeback, pack of spice?
Pack of heat, pack of ready-to-eat
But you're quite choosy

Well, I'll whip up something else
No need for instructions
As I'm the crazy scientist, self-proclaimed
Cantonese or Szechuan
Jiangsu or Hunan
No matter your choice, I'll make it happen
Soybean paste noodles and soup dumplings
Wonton and barbecued pork
Delivery or takeout can't top my comeback pack
You're digging my comeback, I'm digging your comeback
You're my only comeback, you're my only comeback

One one
One two one
One two three four five six seven
One one
One two one
One two three four five six seven

Crack, crack, you reach out for a hug
Beneath your charm is your practiced grin

Come here, sir
Give me a hand, sir
Right here, sir
You grabbed my spoon
Mixing curry, mixing heat
That's when I realized we've become kin

Then he arrived, a man in black and white, holding
Ray guns and mystical symbols
Then he targeted your slimy skin and fired
Bang, your head explodes

Hush, I'll patch you up
No need for guidance
As I'm the crazy scientist, self-proclaimed
I'll give you synthetic eyes, and synthetic hair
And I'll ensure your charm is restored
Shark fin soup or dim sum
Dumplings or roasted duck
Nothing I create will bring back that magic within you
But you're still my comeback, you're still my comeback
I'm searching for a comeback, I'm searching for a comeback