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I'm off now goodbye

It's kind of pathetic
You get all erratic
About dirty dishes
Congesting the sink.

I'm tired of your bothers,
Remember our fathers
They dwelled in a world
Filled with rubbish and stink.

But when all hope was lost
Someone raised from the dust
He was handsome and cunning
His haircut had style.

Courage was shining in his eyes
As he said screw you guys
Mind your own business
I'm off now goodbye.
Huzzah, he's off now goodbye.
Who's gonna care?

Now as it is written
Our hero was smitten
And rescued the maiden
From impending doom.

On a horse made of steel
Evil guys on his heels
He rode with the girl
Into dawn's early gloom.

She awoke by his kiss
Well at least more or less
And the whole part concerining
The uppercut scare.

Can be pinned at least to some extend
On her damaged brain implant.
Anyway in the big picture
Who's gonna care?
Huzzah, who's gonna care?

Get on with the plot

Historians would die
For a way to decipher
Apparantly missing
Text passages here.
The still found no reasons
Why scratches and lesions
Related to goal
Subsequently appear.

But then why should it bother you
For he finally managed to
Haul her more or less unharmed
To the rendezvous spot.

Whitout expecting any pay
Except for the reward but hey
It's all about the context
So get on with the plot.
Huzzah, get on with the plot!

Huzzah ... as a rule

Now look at you startled
The brain implant cartridge
Has not been swapped which
Was all part of the plan.

A world has been rescued
That he did detest who'd
Have guessed I attest you'd
Have done just the same.
So if you still want to force
Me to do stupid chores
Like washing the dishes
Do the trash and such you'll.

Just prove that you haven't paid
attention to what i said
the message at core is... like...erm...
Huzzah ... as a rule.
Huzzah, the chorus guys rule!

All over again

You'r being pathetic
Again about acrid
Bacteria in the fridge it's getting boring

But packing bags due to
Dirty socks i threw to
The lampshade's rim borders of unadorned scorn

Didn't I explicate it
Are you still not persuaded
Is grass growing on your tympanic membrane

Remember? Deponia
Self-sacrifices and bla
Gosh! Now I've start all over again
Huzzah, all over again

With booze and so forth

Only the most epic
Tales feature cool
depictions of sawblades crushed into cable boat walls

The attempt though a blunt stunt
Affected Goals implant
Which surely can't be blamed on Rufus at all

Reckoning up the sum
The best was yet to come
For the end of part one seemed a little too coarse

To amend we'll send Rufus to attend
A second chance for a decent happy-end-ing:
a grand fling with dancing and booze and so forth
Huzzah, With booze and so forth

Put balls to the walls

Malevolent karma
So close to the dramas
Catharsis flesh doubts with her caused disarray

And she lift him behind
Though still not in one mind
Planning to reunite with her fierce fiance

But if you think it's time
For Rufus to resign
So close to the finish line you don't know him at all

For heroes gather momentum
On the bring of armageddon
Enthralled by the squall they'll put balls to the walls
Huzzah, Put balls to the walls

We'll work ... overtime ...?

Left in the lurch
On the verge of the purge
Their search for the submerge was brought to a halt

They stopped Donna Goals spins
With torpedo dolphins
And finally hope glints I cannot exalt

How outstandingly aced
He was dragged to the base
now the bell for the last round was about to chime

The showdown was imminent
And if no I apprehend
The chorus guys will have to work overtime
Huzzah, Well work ... overtime ...?

Let's hope far away

Argus plan went awry
And: end of the story
You have to admit you enjoyed it a bit

And now you saw reason
Dump your Egot-ea-sm
And weight against the public benefit

Because close to the bone is
Where you need cojones
and platypuses and memberships to opposing underground organisations

So do unpack the bag
Now it's anyway way to late to sack
Me and secondly were am I gonna stay
Huzzah, Let's hope far away!

Good things come in threes

So this is the third strike, you're dumping me just like
a trashbag and why? Just because of some must-
ard on the carpet, you pathetic dorkhead
I assume that you humor did just bite from the dust.

But this isn't over yet! Yeah you cant bet on that
The last part of my tale will surely appease
and change you mind anyhow turn on your deaf aid now,
The story goes on, for good things come in threes.
Huzzah, Good things come in threes!

With helium gas

So the cutter struck sails, wrecked as Toni's mum's scales
and of as much avail for the long road ahead.
Still the mood in the group was just super woop-e-doop yeah,
except that they slowly grew ripe for the bad,

for they knew that they would have to go on by foot.
No problem for such a walk is all the less
stressful if you sing along with a motivating song.
And to emphasize this i'll flood the cabin of the chorus guys with helium gas.
Huzzah, with helium gas!

Because brakes as a wimps

Before a champ decamps to adventure and enters
the lion's den he attends an obscure
purification ritual that's a habitual
narrative rule - look it up, it's for sure!

Polished to utmost cleanliness and dressed up as his nemesis,
he chose backed by Goal to go out on a limb.

And that they had to leave their friends of old
out in the cold was basically their own fault!
Advance, newer halt! Because brakes are for wimps.
Huzzah, Because brakes are for wimps

He completely f*cked up

Regarding Goals death and the loss of the As-
cension codes, I'll desist from my usual bon mots.
Things were in a mess, the tightness in his chest
was no less as big as the colossus of Rhodes.

As he fell from the skies his life flashed before his eyes,
Bereft of hope no courage left to pluck up,
he did finally comprehend this was the definite end,
game over this time, he completely f*cked up.
Huzzah, He completely f*cked up!

Three times the crap

Rufus a clone? Wow! Well whaddayouknow now,
that's mind-boggling news, but I'm sure you cane cope.
Just put on your slickers and hitch up you knickers,
for once more there flickers a speckle of hope.

Where things do look black you need someone to check
on the bulbs at the tunnel's end and if by hap
it turns out to be a cloning lab, you can prep for a quantum step,
for three times the Rufus is Three times the jab.
Huzzah, Three times the crap!

With a scoob a dee doo

the final maneuver proved as a move no more
nuts as any other plan there was at hand.
A perfect occasion for a contemplation
of all the events and the writer's intent.

It may seem safe to say that Rufus's way
for saving the day it a little snafu,
but when shit hits the fan is when a decent man's plan
will dwindle deeper as ever a diver With a scuba did do.
Huzzah, With a scoob a dee doo!

He's off now for real

I'm closing my case. There's nothing left to say.
Any last questions? ... yeah... I'll take this as a no.
But if you fill battered, your whole world is shattered,
i may have a helpful suggestion for you:

Just grab you harmonica sign about Deponia
and Rufus's dream of a life more ideal
and the fact that sometimes there may be just one last chance to save the day
to let go and if that's so... I'm off now for real!

Huzzah, he's off now for real!