Bill Beare - Feed the Greeblies Lyrics

Feed the Greeblies

Feed the greeblies, please
Give the wrigglies what they need
Feed the greeblies, please
Give the wrigglies what they need
Recharge their batteries; greeblies and wrigglies
All that matters is we keep 'em strong, we need our victories
Every day there's a fight and they help us win it
Going on inside every year, every day, every hour, every minute
So, feed the greeblies, please
Give the wrigglies what they need
Feed the greeblies and the wrigglies
To keep 'em happy, to keep 'em healthy
To keep us breathing

The horrors of the miniscule
Not so friendly, not so cool
And not so nice to have around
Spit, sweat, snot and drool
For them anything wet is a party pool
They want a home and they want it now

So who need's 'em? who want's 'em?
Don't wanna breed 'em; just wanna beat 'em
Where are my angels? spread your wings
Save me from these dangerous nasty little things

The army's on your side; in fact they're on the inside
And they're always up for the fight; all the way to their suicide
And you are the prize; for you they'll lay down their lives
They're your guys through and through lookin' out for your life
What they wouldn't do to keep you feeling alright
Yeah, they're the guys on your side; yeah, they're the guys on the inside

So feed the greeblies, please
They keep our army on their feet
Keep 'em happy. keep 'em healthy; they keep us breathing