Ookla the Mok Cool Lyrics:
I'm gonna grow a moustache,
I'm gonna grow a beard
I'll get some John Lennon
glasses, and then I'm gonna
act weird
I'll get flare pants and
sandals, and drive an old
beat-up car
I'm gonna own a used bookshop,
and smoke a nasty cigar
You can't
I can
No you can't
Yes I can
You won't
I will
No you won't
Yes I will yes I will
And you can't stop me
Cause I'm gonna be cool
(That's not cool)
(Yep it is!)
(That's weird... I'll tell
you what cool is.)
I'm gonna listen to Mozart, I'm
gonna listen to Brahms
I'm gonna rent a stretch
limo and go to thirty-nine
proms
I'm gonna sit in my bathrobe
and read Swamp Thing all day
I'm gonna piss off my
parents, and tell my
girlfriend I'm gay
You can't!
Yes I can
No you can't!
Yes I can
You won't
I will
You will not!
Yes I will yes I will
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And you can't stop me
Cause I'm gonna be cool
It doesn't matter what you say
It doesn't matter what they do
We'll do what we want to do anyway
We'll do what we want to
Yeah we can both be cool
Even though we're not the same
I will not be ashamed
Of anything I want to be
Anything we want to do
Anyone we want to be
That's cool
(and so's this!)
I'm gonna bench-press Rhode
Island and have a thirty
inch neck
I'm gonna jump through a
doughnut just like they did
in Star Trek
I'm gonna go skinny-dipping,
but I won't worry about Jaws
I'll have a neat healing factor
and adamantium claws
Well, you can't...
Yeah, well, I really can
Well, no, you can't
No, I can!
(No, I mean, it's not that
it's not cool, it's just you
can't have
adamantium claws...)
No, I can I can I can I can I caan!
And you can't stop me
(OK...)
Cause I'm gonna be cool
(Well, you know, that is
pretty cool, Rand, I'll
tell ya,
but so's this!)
I'm gonna burn my house down
and marry Molly Yard
I'm gonna find Michael Jackson
and slap him really hard
I'm gonna read all that
Shakespeare that they
assigned me in school
And then I'll win at
Othello I'm gonna be cool
(What?)
I'm gonna be cool
(Oh.)
We're gonna be cool!
Lyrics: Cool, Ookla the Mok [end]