I'll get you hot. I'll make you wet. Come inside me, Bring your pet.

They used to think I'm underground, In company of all the dead. Yet now all know I can be found Lightyears away above your head. And if you want me in your house? Just go put on some Mickey Mouse!

I’m the only thing you’re happy to see ruined by candles. People sing to me before attacking me with knives.

Hey, don't be sad! Wipe off that tear! I want to see you laugh and cheer! But for some reason in these days - and I don't know why that's the case - despite all the bright happy colours people see me and think of horrors.

You might be considered this if you lacked in height, Though man down under would want to make a flame-grilled delight.