Un Chico Ye Ye

You’re an inferior species!
What could you know about taste?
You get excited by a pile of trash on a plate!
While I’m a space-time traveler, fabric unraveler,
Saving the patties in the past, but now I’m rapping ya.
That song’s so bad that I can’t even stand it.
Dispense with this nonsense at once.
I demand it!
You all stand no chance against my power; don’t try it!
Just sit there with your flappy beak shut, and be quiet!
Hold up, fish guts!
You can’t insult us! (The seagull crew!)
We’re in no mood to hear … from you!
We’re floating on the breeze, partying seven seas.
You got your nose on your head! (You blow up when you sneeze.)
(Hey, why’s this guy so mean?) '
Causehe’s older than a fossil.
All alone up in space. (Yeah, that must be awful!)