Deadpool Song - Dan Bull

Forced laughter

Declaration of excitement

Build-up

Build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up

Build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up

Build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up

Drop

Mah!

This is a song that’s self-referential

By Dan Bull about a fellow called Deadpool

Both dead-cool, both mental

Both use terms that are frowned on in general

We’re giving you a heart attack

The proper medical term for that’s cardiac

We put in two-hundred percent

You’re probably only doing about half of that

Who’s this beautiful dude doing martial arts?

Hey!

Where’s Ms Marvel at?

I’m the marvelous marvel of Marvel you marvel at

Throwing marbles at marmosets

Wearing a tight, black and red pajama set

Nomming marmalade because I’m Marvin, mate

And now, I’ve got to dash because I’m rather late

For the hook in which I lazily chant my name

Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head

Pool to the dead to to dead to the pool

Ooh!

Bikinis!

Head to the pool

Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head

Impressed mildly be you’ll, backwards this read, bro, story cool

So, scratch that Deadpool itch

Livestream it all on Twitch

Self-referential kitsch

Auto-tuned to perfect pitch

Call women;

ho and bitch

Then repeat until you’re rich

It’s pronounced niche not «Nich»

Oh-no, YouTube just glitched

There’s too much anger

Give me a chimichanga

I’m a chubby wanker

I can’t read the signs well enough to see the dan-ger

Oh, hang on, cheeky banter!

And I’m fidgety, rowdy, skittish

Inexplicably sounding British

Round up critics that downvote this

And skip their life story to the finish

With so many fates to save the world from

Who will step to the plate?

Wade will, son

I make you disappear from the net like your name was…

I was running out of rhymes for Wilson

Even though I just had the opportunity to change it

I still said Wilson

And now, I’ve done it again, we should probably bring the fills in

Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head

Pool to the dead to to dead to the pool

Ooh!

Bikinis!

Head to the pool

Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head

Impressed mildly be you’ll, backwards this read, bro, story cool

This song is for sale

You have money

Go on!

Treat yourself

Have you noticed how many of Dan Bull’s songs

End really suddenly on the final wooooooooooord?