Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen! Wario De Mambo!!!

Singers: Wario de Mambo, Wario de Mambo.
Wario de Mambo, Wario de Mambo.

Wario de Mambo, Wario de Mambo.
Wario de Mambo --
Nya nya nya nya!
Wario de Mambo, Wario de nanbo? 
Wario de Mambo...
MA-M-BO!! (AH-WOO!!!)

Singers: Wario de Mambo, Wario de Mambo.
Wario de Mambo -- 
Nya nya nya nya!
Wario de Mambo, Wario de nanbo? 
Wario de Mambo... 
Nya nya nya nya nya!

Singers: Wario de Mambo, Wario de Mambo. 
Wario de Mambo -- 
Nya nya nya nya!
Wario de Mambo, Wario de nanbo? 
Wario de Mambo... 
Nya nya nya nya nya!

Singers: Wario de Mambo, Wario de Mambo.
Wario de Mambo -- 
Nya nya nya nya!
Wario de Mambo, Wario de nanbo? 
Wario de Mambo...
Nya nya nya nya nya! 

Nya nya nya nya nya! 
Nya nya nya nya nya!

It's not humorous, though. And notice that I say "slight." Slight because of the monster with which I am about to hammer you. Herman Melville has some egregious ones. This one I find humorous solely in its length.

"Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title ‘Lord of the White Elephants’ above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial colour the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe; and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things—the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honour; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

It's not humorous, though. And notice that I say "slight." Slight because of the monster with which I am about to hammer you. Herman Melville has some egregious ones. This one I find humorous solely in its length.

"Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title ‘Lord of the White Elephants’ above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial colour the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe; and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things—the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honour; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

It's not humorous, though. And notice that I say "slight." Slight because of the monster with which I am about to hammer you. Herman Melville has some egregious ones. This one I find humorous solely in its length.

"Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title ‘Lord of the White Elephants’ above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial colour the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe; and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things—the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honour; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

It's not humorous, though. And notice that I say "slight." Slight because of the monster with which I am about to hammer you. Herman Melville has some egregious ones. This one I find humorous solely in its length.

"Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title ‘Lord of the White Elephants’ above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial colour the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe; and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things—the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honour; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

It's not humorous, though. And notice that I say "slight." Slight because of the monster with which I am about to hammer you. Herman Melville has some egregious ones. This one I find humorous solely in its length.

"Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title ‘Lord of the White Elephants’ above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial colour the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe; and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things—the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honour; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

It's not humorous, though. And notice that I say "slight." Slight because of the monster with which I am about to hammer you. Herman Melville has some egregious ones. This one I find humorous solely in its length.

"Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title ‘Lord of the White Elephants’ above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial colour the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe; and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things—the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honour; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

Raaaaa-ri, raaaaaa-ri, raaaa-ri!

"Eh, chotto ATASHI, RABU SONGU nanka utaenai no yo... Utaenaittara utaenai~ 

Demo sa~ Doushitemo utaette yunnara, kokoro wo komete uta... Eh, Nobue nano~?!" 

hiroi TOKO wa kirai  semai no ga suki 

anata to hora  amaku setsunai KATAMARI 

ooh  makikonde  ah  kuttsuite  payapa  katamatte 

hoshifuru machi de koyoi  futari  musubareru no 

Katamari Mambo de  Let's Do the Nice makikomi 

tsuki no RIKYUURU to  kirameku hoshi 

Katamari Mambo de  Let's Do the Nice makikomi 

Katamari Mambo de  lalala  yowasete ouji 

"Haai, eh~to kondo koso omoi wo komete ucchaima~su 

Mimiaka wo sanjuu paasento hodo soujishite kara kiichatte kudasa~i 

Katamari Syndrome tte, chotto, eh, mata Nobue nano~?!" 

ai no KAKERA kurai  hiroiatsumete 

anata to ima  himitsu no chizu wo odorou 

saa korogatte  ookiku narimasu  ai no MIRUKII WEI 

amai tsukiyo ni RANDEBUU  futari  moeru youni 

Katamari Mambo de  Let's Do the Nice makikomi 

Katamari Mambo de  lalala  yowasete ouji 

SHABADUBI RIRAPPA RIRAPPA DURARU  SHABADUBI RIRAPPA RIRAPPA  RARURA... 

"Yappa~  ai toka~  binetsu toka~  jounetsu wo mune nisa~ 

Shibirete~ mamirete~ kubirete~ icchattari toka shitai wake~ 

Dakara~ kekkyoku sa~  Katamari Syndrome na wake~" 

hiroi TOKO wa kirai  semai no ga suki 

anata to hora  amaku setsunai KATAMARI 

ooh  makikonde  ah  kuttsuite  payapa  katamatte 

hoshifuru machi de koyoi  futari  musubareru no 

Katamari Mambo de  Let's Do the Nice makikomi 

Katamari Mambo de  lalala  yowasete ouji 

Katamari Mambo de  Let's Do the Nice makikomi 

Katamari Mambo de  lalala  yowasete ouji 

SHABADUBI RIRAPPA RIRAPPA DURARU  SHABADUBI RIRAPPA RIRAPPA  RARURA

Raaaaa-ri, raaaaaa-ri, raaaa-ri!

Guy: Hey I’m in a hurry, I can’t sing right now, CANNOT SING, I can’t sing I’m telling you! But hey…you know, if you really want me to sing, I guess I’ll put my heart into it and, eh? You mean Nobue?

Nobue: I hate wide places

I like the narrrrow ones

So come on, baby,

Ahhh, that sweet, painful katamari

Ooooh! Swallow it up!

Aaaah! Sticky STICK IT TO ME!

Ah ya ya, we’ll spend the night in

That kind of behavior where two stars lay bound up together

In the Ka-ta-ma-ri mam-bo

Let’s do the nice makikomi

With the moonliquer and the glittering stars

In the Ka-ta-ma-ri mam-bo

Let’s do the nice makikomi

In the Ka-ta-ma-ri mam-bo!

La la la let’s get the prince all drunk!

Guy: Hi! This time, now I’ll sing well enough to singe off your ears! Get ready! Clean your eyes and faces about 30% and listen! Hey, what, Nobue again?

Nobue: You could at least

Gather up the pieces of love from the darrrkness

Go on! Now you-you-you’ve got a chance

To dance on this secret map

Well now as we r-r-roll around

Oh! Its growing BIGGER

Miiiillky way love

And as we stare at sweet, sweet moon

The two of us will burn for each other

In the Ka-ta-ma-ri mam-bo

La la la let’s get the prince all drunk!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen! Katamari De Mambo!!!

Singers: Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de Mambo.
Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de Mambo.

Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de Mambo.
Katamari de Mambo --
Nya nya nya nya!
Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de nanbo? 
Katamari de Mambo...
MA-M-BO!! (AH-WOO!!!)

Singers: Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de Mambo.
Katamari de Mambo -- 
Nya nya nya nya!
Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de nanbo? 
Katamari de Mambo... 
Nya nya nya nya nya!

Singers: Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de Mambo. 
Katamari de Mambo -- 
Nya nya nya nya!
Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de nanbo? 
Katamari de Mambo... 
Nya nya nya nya nya!

Singers: Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de Mambo.
Katamari de Mambo -- 
Nya nya nya nya!
Katamari de Mambo, Katamari de nanbo? 
Katamari de Mambo...
Nya nya nya nya nya! 

Nya nya nya nya nya! 
Nya nya nya nya nya!