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Bonkers Intro |
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Original English version available right here |
Russian version available right here lyrics made out by Ambidexter with corrections and additions from: Ambidexter's father, Clemente, sk1987 and Wayne. Thanks for your help, guys! |
From Russian into English literal (don't confuse with literary) translation by Ambidexter |
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Once upon a time in Toontown There was a cat that had it all: Fortune and fame, Top of the game, Up until he hit the wall. |
Жил на белом свете В нарисованной стране Зверь-чародей, Полный идей, Не чета тебе и мне. |
Once upon a time there lived In a drawn country A magical animal, Full of ideas, We cannot compete with him. |
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Now he makes a living downtown Walking on a brand new beat, Slipping through the new day, Tripping on a two-way, Ticket down a one way street. |
Но не ладит крыша Даже с умной головой, И зимой и летом Он теперь с приветом, Непутёвый постовой! |
But he's nutty Though he is smart, All year long He's kinda crazy, The scatter-brained cop! |
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Who's that cop Cracking up crime? Stop the clock, Hope he gets here on time! |
Общий привет, В башке винегрет, Времени нет, Тормоза тоже нет! |
Hello everyone, Jumble in the head, There's no time, And there are no limits! |
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Let's go Bonkers, Yeah! Totally nuts! No if's, and's or but but's. Someone's stealing the show. Can't see you! Gotta go, go! Things getting out of control! |
Значит, Полный вперёд! Это просто чудо. Недолёт-перелёт В никуда из ниоткуда. Не бойся, милый друг! |
Therefore, Speed up! It's really amazing. Shortshot-overshot From nowhere to nowhere. Don't worry, dear friend! |
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Now he's caught in a trap, Ready to snap, Zapping the cap And then taking the rap. But you can't hold back That wacky attack, That's why you're still our star! |
Где он и она, И дом и тюрьма, Тихо и радостно Сводят с ума. Весь мир с петель Соскочит вдруг, А может, и не вдруг. |
Where he and she, And house and jail, Are slowly and merrily Driving you nuts. The whole world Will go off its hinges, Or maybe not. |
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Cause you're Bonkers, Bonkers, Bonkers, Bonkers Wherever you Wherever you Wherever you Wherever you are! |
Это гонка, гонка, Гонка, гонка, Новый замкнутый, Новый замкнутый, Новый замкнутый, Новый замкнутый круг! |
It's a race, a race, A race, a race, A new infinite, A new infinite, A new infinite, A new infinite loop! |
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Bonkers Extended Intro |
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Original English version this text was posted at the forums of YesterdayLand, the community that does not exist anymore :'-( |
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There was a cat that had it all: Fortune and fame, Top of the game, Up until he hit the wall. Now he makes a living downtown Walking on a brand new beat, Slipping through the new day, Tripping on a two-way, Ticket down a one way street. Who's that cop Cracking up crime? Stop the clock, Hope he gets here on time! Let's go Bonkers, Yeah! Totally nuts! No if's, and's or but but's. Someone's stealing the show. Can't see you! Gotta go, go! He's so Bonkers Way out on the street. He's most definitely A little bit out of his mind But ain't that bobcat one-of-a-kind? |
It's bound to get a bit extreme! Look out, Piquel, You never can tell, He's gonna make your life a scream! Bonkers with his pal Miranda, Staking out some shaky ground. Jitters gets the jumbles, Grumbles only mumbles Every time he comes around! Who's that Fawn Stealing his heart? The heat is on, A party's about to start! Let's go Bonkers, Yeah! Totally nuts! No if's, and's or but but's. Someone's stealing the show. Can't see you! Gotta go, go! Things getting out of control! Now he's caught in a trap, Ready to snap, Zapping the cap And then taking the rap. But you can't hold back That wacky attack That's why you're still our star! Cause you're Bonkers, Bonkers, Bonkers, Bonkers Wherever you Wherever you Wherever you Wherever you are! |
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The Rubber Room Song (German) |
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German version lyrics made out by Andreas Müller |
From German into English literal (don't confuse with literary) translation by Ambidexter (maybe later) |
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Kennst Du das die Kehle trocknet zu schnell aus. Brennst Dir auf der Seele rum zurück ins Haus. Keine Zeit mach schon Baby rutsch nicht aus. Bist Du dann soweit lebst Du in Saus und Braus. Hier gibt's jede Menge Rock 'n Roll. Tanzen und Romanzen hier ist immer was voll - |
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Chorus: Wir sagen STOP STOP STOP. Wir bobben im Rubber-Room. Wir tanzen BOB BOB BOB. Und jeder Bobber weiss warum. Denn wenn die schweren Jungs - loslegen. Nix mit überlegen, Mußt Du dich bewegen - Bim Bam Bum wir bobben im Rubber-Room. |
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Hey rüttle Dich und schüttle Dich die Party steigt. Sie geht die ganze Nacht hier läuft die Bude heiß. Tanzen wir den Buggy ist die Freude groß. Trinken wir Gemüsesaft geht's richtig los. Ohne Pause klingelt hier das Telefon. Doch keiner ist zu Hause alles spinnt nur rum. |
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Kaust Du gerne Kaugummi dann komm schnell her, Lecker schlecker Sandwiches die schmecken sehr. Willst Du einen riesengrossen lila Drink. Hier weiss jeder Clown das jeder Drink gelingt. Bist Du ein Gorilla hast Du Deinen Spaß. Hier kommt die grosse Rechnung gibst Du richtig Gas. |
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Leckere Spaghetti und a Kolben Mais. Wie Du siehst ist Federspieß der große Preis. Pepperonipizza mal zu Mittagstisch. Billy macht 'nen Chili der ist täglich frisch. Stürz mit den Gewürzen hier mal richtig ab. Diese Rubber-Room Gerichte bringen Dich auf Trab. |
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Chorus: Wir sagen STOP STOP STOP. Wir bobben im Rubber-Room. Wir tanzen BOB BOB BOB. Und jeder Bobber weiss warum. Denn wenn die schweren Jungs - loslegen. Nix mit überlegen, Mußt Du dich bewegen - Sim Sam Sum, Rocken ohne Stop Ja wir bobben im Rubber Room. |
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The Rubber Room Song (Russian) |
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Russian version available right here lyrics made out by Ambidexter with corrections and additions from san-evd |
From Russian into English literal (don't confuse with literary) translation by Ambidexter |
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Не грусти, приятель, приходи сюда. Все твои печали просто ерунда. Жизнь у нас всегда приятна и легка, Мы от всей души валяем дурака. Крутимся и вертимся мы, как юла, Вот такие классные у нас дела! |
Cheer up, buddy, come here. All your troubles are trifles. Our life is always pleasant and easy, We play the fool and enjoy our time. We whirl and twirl like tops, Our things go really cool! |
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Chorus: Танцуем мы хип-хоп, Обожаем смех и шум. И ты не стой как столб, Делай что придёт на ум. На вкус любой здесь ждут Хмурых и весёлых Разные приколы. Дзин-дзан-дзум, всё возможно тут! |
Chorus: We dance hip-hop, We love laughter and noise. Don't stand still, Do whatever you like. To all tastes there are For gloomy ones and jolly ones Various cool things. Zin-zan-zum, everything is possible here! |
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Станем бить баклуши - каждый будет рад, Мы резвимся с вечера и до утра. Врубим буги-вуги - все сойдут с ума И закружится лихая кутерьма. Телефон трезвонит - дома никого, Ведь на вечеринке все до одного! |
We'll start twiddling thumbs - everyone will be happy, We enjoy our time from evening till morning. We'll turn on boogie-woogie - everyone will go crazy, A great mess will start. The telephone rings, but no one is at home, Everyone is at the party! |
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Можно много жвачки в себя впихнуть, Можно всё вверх дном перевернуть, А потом запить селёдку молоком, Ощутить себя последним дураком. А если официант предъявит счёт, Ты поймёшь, что значит полный идиот. |
You can fill yourself with bubble gum, You can turn everything upside down, You can drink milk with herring And realize you are a fool. If the waiter gives you the bill, You will understand who a "blithering idiot" is. |
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Если не везло, то сразу повезёт, Страсти и напасти - всё пройдёт. Хачапури, чахохбили съешь скорей, Шито-крыто, всё забыто, всё о'кей. Дуракам закон не писан? Нет, нет, нет! Дураками он написан - в этом весь секрет. |
If you were not lucky, the luck will come immediately, All troubles and disasters will go away. Eat up your khachapuri* and chakhokhbili**, Forget everything bad, everything is OK. Fools don't obey rules? No, no, no! Fools write rules - that's the point. |
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Chorus: Танцуем мы хип-хоп, Обожаем смех и шум. И ты не стой как столб, Делай что придёт на ум. На вкус любой здесь ждут Хмурых и весёлых Разные приколы. Дзин-дзан-дзум, всё возможно-можно... Будь здоров, не кашляй, Чокнутый-мультяшка, Всё возможно-можно тут! |
Chorus: We dance hip-hop, We love laughter and noise. Don't stand still, Do whatever you like. To all tastes there are For gloomy ones and jolly ones Various cool things. Zin-zan-zum, everything is possible... Don't worry, be happy, Bonkers the Toon, Everything is possible here! * Khachapuri is a cheese pie (Georgian cuisine) ** Chakhokhbili is a chicken dish (Georgian cuisine) |
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The Rubber Room Song (English) |
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English version lyrics half-made out by Ambidexter Please fill in the gaps! |
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Wanna ..... whistle but you just can't wait Moving like a missile so you won't be late Gotta get slipping ........... the door [Flopping] and flipping on the flubber floor Let's get rolling like a bowling ball Time to [whether] dancing [either] bouncing off the walls |
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Chorus: We gonna bop bop bop, [Get throbbing] in the Rubber Room, You know we just can't stop, Hip hop ................... boom, With the Bully Boys Get cracking, No time for napping, Anything can happen, Zim-zam-zoom, we're .... in the Rubber Room! |
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..... about to shake [the night], the party's on, We can be awake until the break of dawn, ............ the boogie ....... burning hot, Sip the ......... really hits the spot, [Phony] phones are ringing but there's no one home, We're trying to [set the limits] at the ...... zone. |
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............... [smackus] with a purple gum, Stack a wacko [snackie] on a hot [loaf bun], Fix .... mixture and ........ down, Slip a purple swizzum like a circus clown, Feel [about] gorilla with banana stew ...... you go bananas when your time is through |
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Noodle on the noodle and a [corny cup] Squash the whole kaboodle on a [squish] kebab, [Pickles] on a pizza with a crunchy munch [Silly Billy's chilly willy] ...... punch Should you give your .... a little header spin Till your ............ toony in a loony .... |
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Chorus: We gonna bop bop bop, [Get throbbing] in the Rubber Room, You know we just can't stop, Hip hop .................. boom, With the Bully Boys Get cracking, No time for napping, Anything can happen, Zim-zam-zoom, .... in the Rubber- Bim-bam-boom, ........... ..... in the Rubba-bubba-bubba Room! |
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Oh Cartoon! My Cartoon! (English) |
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Oh Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman poem taken from here |
Oh Cartoon! My Cartoon! by Walt Whitman... more or less :) available at Bonkers Online text made out by Andreas Müller & Emily Eickhoff |
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; |
Oh Cartoon! my Cartoon! our story has begun, The plot will twist almost every way before the tale is done. A shadow falls, a siren screams, Too late you guard your pate. |
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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; |
Oh Cartoon! my Cartoon! arise and take a bow; But don't forget - we're not done yet - beware the falling cow. For you the smack, for you the whack, for you a sock of fish, Doomsday, bombs away, a custard pie that's rich; |
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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; |
My Cartoon doesn't answer, his parts scattered about, He stoops to pick the pieces up, his face is full of doubt, He knows the grand finale will cause pain as yet unknown, But don't despair, you have a spare, a handy-dandy clone. |
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If by Rudyard Kipling poem taken from here |
If by Rudyard Kipling... sort of :) available at Bonkers Online text made out by Ambidexter (please fill in the gaps) |
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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; |
If you can keep your head when all about you Have anvils .......... out of the blue, If you can wait unblinking for the other shoe And come out looking just as good as new, |
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If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; |
If you are blown to ........... But safe and sound, the next time you appear, ....................................... And never flinch ............... |
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If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; |
If you can challenge gravity and nature And fall until you meet your final doom, If you can hold a bomb whose fuse is burning And never cringe before the big kaboom, |
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If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! |
If you can fill six wacko slapstick minutes And get .............. before you've done, Yours is the cartoon with everything in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Toon, my son! |