[Intro — whispered, echoing] Whoa… Did the frog just talk? No… wait… Why are the dragonflies wearing headphones? who put records in the swamp? And why am I wareing a tiny hat? WOMP-WOMP-WOMP-WOMP! ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! [Verse 1] Down by the swamp where the moon shines green, Lived a little toad with a hypnotic sheen. He had three-eyed crickets and a dancing fly, A raccoon named Gary who could juggle the sky. Dragonflies buzzed in a psychedelic haze, Spinning old records through the foggy purple maze. Wanda the newt had a purple mustache, Barry the snail was always in a dash. Pete the frog claimed he was king— Though nobody asked him, he crowned everything. He sat on a mushroom with a royal little grin, While a dragonfly DJ shouted, “LET THE SWAMP BEGIN!” [Chorus] 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 Womp-womp-womp-womp! Everybody wiggle when he hits the road! 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 Dragonflies buzzing while the old records spin! Your brain says “NO!” but your feet say “JOIN IN!” Round and round and round we float— ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! [Verse 2] Hypno Toad wore sunglasses at night, Said, “I look mysterious—this feels right.” He rode on a mushroom shaped like a shoe, While seven confused ducks shouted, “WHO ARE YOU?” The dragonflies gathered by the old record stack, One flipped a record and another flipped it back. Gary yelled, “HEY! That's my favorite song!” Then realized he'd been playing it backwards all along. [Bridge — dreamy psychedelic] The record starts spinning… The dragonflies fly… The moon turns sideways… The swamp asks, “Why?” A cricket plays guitar… A snail plays drums… Gary takes a hit,... And passes it on. Gary: “Guys… I think the record is hypnotizing ME.” Hypno Toad: WOMP. WOMP WOMP WOMP Everyone: ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! [Chorus] 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 WOMP-WOMP-WOMP-WOMP! Everybody wobble on the magic road! 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 Dragonflies dancing in a neon cloud! Records spinning and the swamp gets loud! Wanda's got the groove! Barry's got the beat! Gary's chasing dragonflies With clouds beneath his feet! [Verse 3] They marched through the swamp in a conga-line groove, Even the mosquitoes had started to move. Dragonflies flashed like tiny little stars, While the frogs played records from behind the open bar. Pete wore a lampshade and called it his crown, Barry played bass while he crawled around town. Wanda spun records with a flip and a twist, Then shouted, “Do we really exist? ” Suddenly—silence. The clouds turned pink. The pond said, “Hello.” The records stopped spinning. And Gary whispered… “I think the toaster knows the cords.” TOASTER: 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 [Final Chorus — huge, chaotic, psychedelic] 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 WOMP-WOMP-WOMP-WOMP! Dance like a frog on a psychedelic road! 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 Dragonflies buzzing while the records explode! Gary's got the moon! Pete's got the cheese! Wanda's got the mustache! Barry's got the keys! The dragonflies fly! The records just spin and spin! The swamp starts laughing! AND HERE WE GO AGAIN! 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 WOMP-WOMP-WOMP-WOMP! The strangest little swamp that you ever saw— 🎵 ALL HAIL THE HYPNO TOAD! 🎵 [Outro — distant, echoing record crackle] Womp… Womp… Womp… Spoken: “Gary, where are you going?” Gary: “I’m taking the record back.” “Gary… that's a potato. “…Oh.” WOMP.
