Science Genius - The Praying Mantis lyrics

I'm comin to getcha. I'm comin ta getcha Mommy ate daddy during the s**-uh But daddy is a willing chap he doesn't fuss or fight He knows what's best for him so he submits with all his might When population density it is a getting low It's kind of hard to get a kid to carry on the show Because mates are rare, and we are tasty to the predacious Our strategy is the result and yes its most audacious And as an insect mama knows from calories she can synthesize A great big ol' batch of eggs but alas – no shakes and fries Needing food, and food is scarce she just goes for the thing that's nearest Poor poor, poor poor, poor poor, daddy dearest And daddy's body goes to make those crucial eggs The number of the brood goes up, let this be my seg- -ue to the point that we'll not go down like Atlantis We're crafty little buggers, we're proud proud Praying Mantis