Here's a link to the original song: link
And now, the parody:
V1. I know a tropical island where the lemurs roam and the bright sun shines.
And on this tropical island, there vacayed four Friends of mine.
Sometimes they pesce in the water, sometimes they slide on the land.
Sometimes they like to play pallavolo and cover each other in sand.
Chorus: They are caribbean arctic avians, they like to pesce in the tropical sea. Caribbean arctic avians, penguins in a coconut tree.
V2. The fish, the sharks, and the lemurs, they've seen them fight da where the pineapple grows.
They like to see all of the island, so island hiking, they go.
Sometimes Private gets frightened, sometimes Kowalski gets shocked.
Sometimes when Rico runs out of pesce is when Skipper wants to stop.
(chorus) Penguins in a coconut tree.
V2.5. Sometimes they pesce in the water, sometimes they slide on the land.
Sometimes they like to play Musica in an all avian band.
(chorus) Penguins in a coconut tree. They're penguins in a coconut tree.
And now, the parody:
V1. I know a tropical island where the lemurs roam and the bright sun shines.
And on this tropical island, there vacayed four Friends of mine.
Sometimes they pesce in the water, sometimes they slide on the land.
Sometimes they like to play pallavolo and cover each other in sand.
Chorus: They are caribbean arctic avians, they like to pesce in the tropical sea. Caribbean arctic avians, penguins in a coconut tree.
V2. The fish, the sharks, and the lemurs, they've seen them fight da where the pineapple grows.
They like to see all of the island, so island hiking, they go.
Sometimes Private gets frightened, sometimes Kowalski gets shocked.
Sometimes when Rico runs out of pesce is when Skipper wants to stop.
(chorus) Penguins in a coconut tree.
V2.5. Sometimes they pesce in the water, sometimes they slide on the land.
Sometimes they like to play Musica in an all avian band.
(chorus) Penguins in a coconut tree. They're penguins in a coconut tree.
a tribute to pinguino of Madagascar
please commento it my first artical
What us fan have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguino of Madagascar fan of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
unisciti together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I Amore them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguino of Madagascar
te will never be forgotten
please commento it my first artical
What us fan have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguino of Madagascar fan of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
unisciti together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I Amore them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguino of Madagascar
te will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope te enjoy it! Oh, and if te were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good Cibo I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The bacheca belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good Cibo I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The bacheca belonged to the Central Park Zoo!