[Verse 1]
In the land of Dobbstown, where the scrawny sinkholes lie,
Puzzlina walks with her ample nostrils high,
She’s a proud Hot Buttered Rum Martini drinker,
With handsome toes and friends who never linger.
[Chorus]
Oh, the tales of Puzzling Evidence we’ll sing,
From enchanted guillotines to space bungalows we’ll bring,
[Verse 2]
Philo tremelo sax, harmonizes in his head,
While Hal hums along, and the world’s left for dead,
Dobbstown deserted, ruled by The Conspiracy,
Dr
Philo Drummond starts the SLAK Squad to set us free.
[Chorus]
Oh, the tales of Puzzling Evidence we’ll sing,
From enchanted guillotines to space bungalows we’ll bring,
[Bridge]
A giant putrid galaxy, with rebels in flight,
Rocket Sleds and Hemorhoidians fight in the night,
A flatulent sausage, a cursed weathered spell,
Will Puzzlina and Howlland break the curse, only time will tell.
[Verse 3]
The Colonel of Chicken, with herbs and no spice,
Finger-lickin' goodness, twice fried, oh so nice,
[Verse 3]
Philo’s nostril mining tips, crappy schwag for free,
In Dobbstown’s weird and wild reality.
With the Colonel's finger-lickin', twice fried, oh so nice,
Herbs and spice conspiracies, beneath the night's device.
[Chorus]
Oh, the tales of Puzzling Evidence we’ll sing,
From enchanted guillotines to space bungalows we'll bring,
[Verse 4]
In the shadows of the clock tower, ticking time away,
Madam Crevasse whispers secrets of the Fissure Bay,
With her ears in tune to the echoes of the past,
In Dobbstown, shadows dance, shadows everlast.
[Chorus]
Oh, the tales of Puzzling Evidence we'll sing,
From enchanted guillotines to space bungalows we’ll bring,
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