[Intro: Sans & Papyrus]
So I said, "'Patella? I barely know her!"'
Sans! Stop your tomfoolery!
We are here to stand guard!
Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans!
Eyes out? My eyes came out years ago!
Well, what do we got here?
[Verse 1: Sans & Papyrus]
They call me Sans, I'm the serif of these parts
Nah, Just kiddin', I work on a grease cart
Grillin' up hot dogs and genocidal toddlers
You can run, but I'll know if you restart
If you want a bad time, then you're in the right place
Just look into my eye, see my funny type-face
I'm really quite a nice guy but if you pick a fight
I will hunt you all your life through time and space
Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris?
For my fame for making things a little humerus?
I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes
Well unless you're my bro, jokes flow over his head
Sans, who's there? You ridiculous scamp!
No one! It's just an inconspicuous lamp!
(if you ever meet a skeleton in towels and some wellingtons)
Just humour him and let him win and think that he's a champ
[Megalovania plays in background]
I bet you think you've never met a skeleton?
Well, I'll bet you've met a ton
They just had a bunch of gooey melanin and flesh upon
But never one was in the upper echelon of clever puns
I'll make you laugh or cry depending on the run you've set upon
So I said, "'Patella? I barely know her!"'
Sans! Stop your tomfoolery!
We are here to stand guard!
Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans!
Eyes out? My eyes came out years ago!
Well, what do we got here?
[Verse 1: Sans & Papyrus]
They call me Sans, I'm the serif of these parts
Nah, Just kiddin', I work on a grease cart
Grillin' up hot dogs and genocidal toddlers
You can run, but I'll know if you restart
If you want a bad time, then you're in the right place
Just look into my eye, see my funny type-face
I'm really quite a nice guy but if you pick a fight
I will hunt you all your life through time and space
Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris?
For my fame for making things a little humerus?
I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes
Well unless you're my bro, jokes flow over his head
Sans, who's there? You ridiculous scamp!
No one! It's just an inconspicuous lamp!
(if you ever meet a skeleton in towels and some wellingtons)
Just humour him and let him win and think that he's a champ
[Megalovania plays in background]
I bet you think you've never met a skeleton?
Well, I'll bet you've met a ton
They just had a bunch of gooey melanin and flesh upon
But never one was in the upper echelon of clever puns
I'll make you laugh or cry depending on the run you've set upon
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