Tripod - Doctor Spoya lyrics

Gatesy: Okay... Scod: Thanks for sticking around! Gatesy: Now, the challenge was - there was Doctor Spoya... Scod: Doctor Spoya... there was a Torana... Gatesy: Yes... there was fish food... Scod: Yes... Gatesy: Epsom Salts... Scod: Yep... Audience member: Gangster rap... Gatesy: Gangster rappin'! Yon: Gangster rap... Gatesy: Elvis kind of song... yeah, Elvis, we've said... Yon: Elvis, we've said, well, we did it in an Elvis style, rather than putting Elvis in. Gatesy: What else was there? A Torana... Audience member: I said Elvis, I'm sorry... Gatesy: No, no, no, no, no... Elvis is cool. Elvis is King! Audience member: I'm sorry... Scod: Elvis is King, in fact Elvis is the style in which we have chosen to do the entire song. So... well done... Gatesy: I just want to know, I haven't missed anything... Scod: Gangster rap... no, it's all there. Gatesy: Okay, let's go. Scod: Let's do it! Good luck everyone, good luck! Okay! Gatesy: Thanks for sticking around for an hour, guys. We realise it's, you know, after bedtime. Scod: Yeah... One! Two! Three! Tripod: (Elvis) Oh lover, Gatesy: I've been missing you so long. Tripod: Can't recover, Gatesy: So I have to sing this song. Tripod: No other, Gatesy: I'm dying from this long-distance love, Lover. Tripod: Don't wanna, Scod: Be without you any more. Tripod: Was a gonna, Scod: When you walked right out my door. Tripod: No funn-er, Scod: Wanna pack right up and go do a runner. Tripod: In my Torana. Though we may poke out our pelvis, This bit isn't very Elvis-y. But this bit iiiiiiisssssssssss...

Scod: Don't need no banker or no lawyer, Tripod: Don't need no naval destroyer, Don't need to loiter in no foyer, I'm far away from you, And every day I bleed, So won't you tell me what I need... Scod: Doctor Spoya? Tripod: I'm heartbroken, Yon: I just can't concentrate. Tripod: I'm not jokin', Yon: I've made some terrible mistakes... Tripod: ... since we've spoken. Yon: I fed my favourite fish with Epsom Salts. Now they're chokin'. Scod: Man, once I fed my fish with Epsom Salts, they're almost relaxed to d**h. Man, my fish are so chilled out, they're like gangster rappers. They're like Cyprus Hill fish. Gatesy: (Gangster rapping) I was on a roll, Just swimmin' round my bowl. Put me in a weird mood, Epsom Salts in my food! Now I breakdance and I spin, With my flappy-flappy fins, and the... (Pause) Yon: No! Gatesy: That was good! They liked that! (Gangster rap) Yeah, all right. Thank you for coming round. Yon: That is not how fish rap! Give me a beat... Scod: How do fish rap? Yon: I'll show ya... Yon: Gurgle, gurgle, blubb, blubb, gurgle, gurgle... Gatesy: Yeah, fine, thanks... Tripod: (Elvis) Don't need no Janet or no Toya, Don't need no Bert or no Moira, You're my Helen of Troy-a, I'm far away from you, And every day I bleed, So won't you tell me what I need... Don't need no Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer, Don't need no Backstreet or no Boy-a, Don't need no H.G. or no Roy-a, I'm far away from you, And every day I bleed, So won't you tell me what I need... Scod: Doctor... Gatesy: Doctor... Yon: Doctor... Tripod: Doctor Spoya?