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One shell, two shell, red shell, blue shell,

Death-on-swift-wings-comes-for-you-shell.

It’s a cart race, not an arms race, so why can’t you see,

How there used to be koopa troopas on Koopa Troopa beach?

We’re all born on the finish line, everything’s fine, waiting on our time to

shine,

But it’s over fast, hit the gas and blast past, pray you don’t crash before

your time,

You can’t spell kart without heart unless you spell it correctly so here’s what

I’m trying to say,

I feel in the wheels of my automobile that this is real, there’s no driving

away.

Brothers versus brothers, fungus versus others, fratricide, fungicide,

nowhere to hide,

We’re slipping on our own peels, tires squeal, bending steel, this the end of

the line,

Racing like stallions with irate Italians, the world’s gone bananas on us

anyway,

Live and learn, twist and turn, crash and burn, I’m concerned we’ll all be boos

by the end of the day,

Bananas should fight starvation, not be a source of aggravation,

We’re spinning out, spinning out, spinning out-ow-out!

We’ve got our fingers on the trigger, but the lightning bolts can’t make us

bigger

We’re fading away, fading away, fading away-hey-ay!

One banana, two banana, three banana, four!

Bowser’s trousers, no more war!

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