Lyrics:

'In this poor universe of the stellar-galactic flying tongues, feeble fluorescent fire-flies, a seemingly doomed and dis mal future is approaching nearer and nearer. Unless the force of cruelty can be conquered by an influx of fun, designated by a monstrous shipment of dolls, robots and toys, made by Japanese technicians dedicated to unbelievable, colorful novelty and delivered exclusively to Buckethead's Toy Store, a true wonderland of Joy. Even Rude Ralph agrees...'

'Hey, do you have any of those ultra-gross Buckethead/Zillatron dual doll packs left?'

(Telephone Rings) 'Eh-eh, Buckethead's Toy Store... Oh, dude! Of course we have wax horse teeth, what kind of operation do you think we're running here?!'

'Hey! Get outta my way! I gotta getta Buckethead's Toy Store!'

'Wow, this is really neat toy store! Wow... '