一一 一二一 一二三四五六七 一一 一二一 一二三四五六七 Hop hop, you came along my secret labotory Spiky, spiky bloody fangs hungry for my qi Hold up, mister Right there, mister Sit down, mister How about some retort, pouch of curry? Pouch of chili, pouch of MRE But you're rather picky Well, I'll make you something else Don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself Canto or Sichuan Jiangsu or Hunan No matter which one you pick I'll get it done 炸酱面 and 小笼包 馄饨 and 叉烧 Delivery or takeout won't beat my retort pouch You're loving my retort, I'm loving your retort You're my only retort, you're my only retort Crack, crack, you stretch your arms out asking for a hug Hidden under your talisman is your practised smile Come here, mister Help me, mister Right here, mister You took up my spoon Stirring curry, stirring chili That's when I've realized we've became family Then he came, a man in black and white, he's holding Laser guns and bagua signs Then he aimed at your slimy skin and pulled the Trigger, your head bursts Shh, I'll stitch you back up Don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself I'll give you plastic eyes, and give you nylon hair And I'll make sure I get your talisman repaired Shark fin soup or dim sum Dumpling or Peking duck Nothing I make is gonna bring that charm inside you back But you're still my retort, but you're still my retort I'm seeking for retort, I'm seeking for retort