Uno… dos… tres… catorce!

Intro… this is an introooooo!

You bought this game because you thought
those little yellow ball-like guys looked cute

And you thought your girlfriend would dig it too
with such few buttons she would use

But then she never got to play because you were hogging the PSP all night
She went to bed annoyed and angry and text messaged her ex-boyfriend

We’re sorry for that, it’s really none of our business, we’re just sayin’
We’re just little yellow balls of gooey material, hey, what do we know?

We sing like Japanese school children and that really shouldn’t be a surprise
Because Japanese school children makes up 99 percent of our diet! (Yippee!)

We tried to co-exist, but they didn’t feed us well and, well, things just got worse from there
But we hope our cute little songs make up for any harm we may have caused

So where were we? Oh yeah, this game! (Bounce bounce, horn honk)
Tilt the world to make us roll, we’ll combine to make a fat ball

Try not to think of what we just discussed
It will only make you enjoy the game less

In fact, we should sing this in gibberish language
Because to do otherwise would likely disturb. I think it’s a plan. (Woo!)

(Horn honk)