They Might Be Giants - The King Of Wingo Lyrics
Long ago, in a bucket of mudThere was a newborn cell that was hungry for bloodIt was conflicted by two contrary heartsAnd it divided into constituent partsThen they conflicted some moreThen the two became fourThen there were eight on the sceneAnd the little one screamedI am the king of wingoThe king of wingoYes, Im the king of wingoThe king of wingoI am the king of wingoThe king of wingoYes, Im the king of wingoThe king of wingoI run the mudI get the bloodI have the heartsI am the partsI run the mud