It's probably a good thing for the airship crew that Jake's taken time to get acquainted with the banjo, and hasn't made himself known until now.
Unfortunately, the blissful Jake-less era of birdnado fighting is over. Because he's here now! He plays a very basic tune, with a simple speak-singing verse to go with it. So it's not quite as ear-bleedy as his previous karaoke attempts. But that's the only upside. The ramble begins.
Hey birds...I'm talkin' to you, birds... Flappin' in the wind, zipping down the line, Racking up some kills, working overtime, just stop!
Yeah, stop! 'Cause we don't want to hurt you Or maybe we kinda want to But hey, that's cause your red rage is makin' us so blue
So I wrote you all this song Hoping we could get along But that's not gonna happen So let's do some pew-pew-pew!
...man, he's feeling a little woozy. That's weird. Time to give everyone's eardrums a break. He hopes that did something.
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Unfortunately, the blissful Jake-less era of birdnado fighting is over. Because he's here now! He plays a very basic tune, with a simple speak-singing verse to go with it. So it's not quite as ear-bleedy as his previous karaoke attempts. But that's the only upside. The ramble begins.
Hey birds...I'm talkin' to you, birds...
Flappin' in the wind, zipping down the line,
Racking up some kills, working overtime, just stop!
Yeah, stop! 'Cause we don't want to hurt you
Or maybe we kinda want to
But hey, that's cause your red rage
is makin' us so blue
So I wrote you all this song
Hoping we could get along
But that's not gonna happen
So let's do some pew-pew-pew!
...man, he's feeling a little woozy. That's weird. Time to give everyone's eardrums a break. He hopes that did something.