Damn, somebody turned us micro, a problem more than trifle
A common science folly in lots of 80's cartoons
Too many, it's a no-no if I had made my own, though
Can't focus on the old tropes when I'm shorter than Frodo
Somebody turned us micro, there's no point in denial
A pinch is not an option cause your clothes just fell off you
So awkward, wanna go probe a dollhouse for some small clothes
But we don't have one, shit, got paperclips and napkins, though

Thinkin' 'bout physics, though, how can we breath oxygen? Ayy
Molecules are too big for our lungs to process, ayy
Can't talk to the non-shrunk for similar reasons, ayy
Did Ant-Man or the Wasp have to deal with that shit? Ayy
Wonder 'bout the limits of the things we can fix, ayy
Can't recite the square cube law, would help quite a bit, ayy
How are we not flyin' from the slightest of winds?
Grip is zero, shoe's too big, so when someone waves, I think
We'll fly like whoa-oh-oh
Given this some thought, you know
Watched a lot of episodes
Where this happened, common trope, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
"How did they fix it?" I don't know
They blend together in my lobes
I think we might be screwed, no joke

Damn, somebody turned us micro, must search for a revival
Don't wanna remain tiny, which is, somehow, unlike you
You wanna swim in cocoa and climb inside your oboe?
We need to get our mojo on track, don't be a bozo
Somebody turned us micro, a cure is somewhat vital
Cause food will be a problem, need to imprint that on you
Do you recall that whole molecule thing? Ain't a pro, no
Stomachs might not digest any of 'em, bit too big, so

Somebody turned us micro, what's not yet been explained, see
Is how this could've happened, it's all a little hazy
Our science ain't that nifty, can't blame magic
And no, not cause it doesn't happen to exist
When we shrank, no-one was conscious, no-one there could spot-spot
Any spark or pop-pop, magic does that lots-lots
I won't ditch that theory, cause that's not (hey)
Ayy, how I work, you can stop
Thinkin' my mind, ayy, is all broken, hell no
Nor is it my ego, it's just my credo
That you can't write off answers that sound nuts
The cause of this shrinkage shite was just out of our sight
Don't you tell me that I'm still mad, bro
Height's less than inches, so you can't be bitchin'
It's not impossible, alright?
Might end a fool, denial doesn't suit me

Damn, somebody turned us micro, a plot that's so recycled
It filtered to real life, least it's not a body swap, dude
Ev'ryone thinks you're loco when you say you're your bro, so
I'm glad that crap ain't so, bro, shrinkage is proved with photos
Somebody turned us micro, perhaps some crazy rival
God's playin' a prank on me or maybe it's one on you
I'm not gonna play polo with marbles on rats, dodo
I need to reach my desk, help me make a grapple quick, bro