歌词
One man's trash
Is another man's treasure
But feasting on waste
Gives a certain creature pleasure
Its trash compactor home
Or 3263827
Is a jumble of space junk
And it stinks to high heaven
Look, but do not gawk
At its eyestalk
You never
See its body
That's so punk rock!
If you're standing in the trash
And you see a little splash
Dianoga! Dianoga!
If you're knee-deep in the muck
And you feel a slimy sucker
Dianoga! Dianoga!
With tentacles like cobras, dianogas can be grabby
But if you lived in garbage, you would also be quite crabby
Feeding on Imperial scraps
It spends its time just cruising
From front to back and underneath
(when the walls are moving)
That pesky devil
On the detention level
Was pretty vicious
It got a handle
Of Luke's right ankle
Found it delicious!
If you're standing in the trash
And you see a little splash,
Dianoga! Dianoga!
If you're swimming in some sewage
And you see some bubble brewage,
Dianoga! Dianoga!