Deadpool Song (Deadpool Song) - Dan Bull

Forced laughter!

Ha, ha, ha

Declaration of excitement!

Buildup, buildup

Drop!

This is a song that’s self-referential

By Dan Bull about a fellow called Deadpool, ha

Both dead cool, both mental,

Both use terms that are frowned on in general.

Hey!

We’re giving you a heart attack

The proper medical term for that’s «cardiac».

Ha!

We put in two hundred percent

You’re probably only doin' about half of that

Who’s this beautiful dude doin' martial arts?

Hey, where’s Miss Marple at?

I’m a marvelous marvel of marvel you marvel at

Throwing marbles at marmosets

Wearin' a tight black and red pajama set

Nommin' marmalade because I’m Marvin, mate

And now I gotta dash because I’m rather late

For the hook in which I lazily chant my name!

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head

Pool to the dead, to the dead, to the pool,

Oh!

Bikinis!

Head to the pool

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well its all in your head

Impress mildly be you’ll backwards this read bro story cool

So scratch that Deadpool itch

Live stream it all on twitch

Self referential kitsch

Auto-tuned to perfect pitch

Call women «hoe"and «bitch»

Then repeat until you’re rich

It’s pronounced «niche"not «nich»

Oh, no, YouTube just glitched

There’s too much anger

Give me a chimichanga

I’m a chubby wanker

I can’t read the signs well enough to see the dan-gar

Oh, hang on, cheeky banter!

And I’m fidgety, rowdy, skittish,

Inexplicably sounding British

Round up critics that down-vote this

And skip their life story to the finish

With so many fates to save the world from

Who will step to the plate?

Wade Will, son!

I make you disappear from the net

Like your name was Tom Milson.

Sorry, Tom!

I was running out of rhymes for Wilson

Even though I just had the opportunity to change it

I still said Wilson,

And now I’ve done it again!

We should probably bring the fills in

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head

Pool to the dead, to the dead, to the pool,

Oh!

Bikinis!

Head to the pool

Dead to the pool, to the pool, to the dead

If it doesn’t make sense, well its all in your head

Impress mildly be you’ll backwards this read bro story cool

This song is for sale!

You have money!

Go on, treat yourself!

Have you noticed how many of Dan Bull’s song ends really suddenly on the final

word?