Papa Penguin

March 7, 2009
 

It’s no surprise that Papa Penguin failed his drug test after this one.

This whole thing is just a thinly veiled propaganda piece for interspecies dating.

 
 
Karyn Says:

I’m not comfortable with the large iron mask with the glowing red eyes overlooking the song. Is this G rated?

 
Karyn Says:

Identical twins my foot! The one in blue clearly has a larger derriere.

 
Karyn Says:

This is very deep and metaphorical.

 
Ian Says:

Ben asks: “What is Karyn doing checking out large derrieres?” I suggest you do not reply.

 
Karyn Says:

I wasn’t checking them out. I noticed, not looked for the difference.

 
John Says:

Ummm.. remember Mork and Mindy? Yeah, I bet Mork is wondering where his upside down triangle jumpsuit went.

 
Karyn Says:

Sigh…deleted due to violated terms. Yes, this could be considered violating. I’m glad I got to see it while the fun lasted…it made me happy. They looked so dumb and they just didn’t care. It made me feel happy and carefree, like ….no matter how bad it is, at least I don’t have as many problems as those people.

 
Karyn Says:

English Lyrics

Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin is bored on the ice floe
Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin wants to pack his suitcase

He feels nervous, a little unhappy
Doesn’t feel very well in his feathers
To calm down his nerves, he dives into the sea
He envies the bird that is flying up there next to the moon
He has lead feet, it makes him grumpy

(Pa papapa papapa papapa…)
(Papapa papapa papapa papapa…)

Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin is bored on the ice floe
Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin wants to pack his suitcase

On the blue snow he makes an insecure step and slips on the ice
He murmurs: “I want to leave”
Very high in the sky, closer to the sun, crossing space
“I have wings of a bird, I can fly high”

(Pa papapa papapa papapa…)
(Papapa papapa papapa papapa…)

But look papa, why do you say that?
You know that the wings
Of penguins and mills are good for nothing
But why, papa, go there?
Here life is beautiful
Leave the sky to the angels and the saints, come, papa

Papapa papapa papapa…
Papapa papapa papapa…

Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin pursues his wonderful dream

Look how he pretends to be a big seagull, he makes long journeys
He travels down south as far as England
And here’s Paris, Rome and Naples, the shores of Carthage
And the Mediterranean, how beautiful is the summer

(Pa papapa papapa papapa…)
(Papapa papapa papapa papapa…)

But look papa, don’t you think about it?
You know very well that wings
Of penguins and mills are good for nothing
But why, papa, go there?
Here life is beautiful
If you leave, you won’t go very far, stay here

Papapa papapa papapa…
Papapa papapa papapa papapa…

Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin gives up his fantasy
Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin comes back down to earth

(Papa penguin, papa penguin)
(Papa, papa, papa penguin)
(Papa penguin loves his ice floe)

Papa penguin, papa penguin
Papa, papa, papa penguin
Papa penguin is going to burn his suitcase

(Papa penguin, papa penguin)

Papa, papa, papa penguin

 
Ben Says:

Nice find on the replacement link, Karyn, and kudos for the lyrics. Who knew that penguin parental units were so tormented inside…

 
Christopher Says:

Early Daft Punk… usual band-looking-for-their-sound peice… next!

 
Ian Says:

Those lyrics… so haunting and profound.

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