Minions are ignorant savages
and they’ve been so many places
I guess it might be so

But still I cannot see
How they are the loved one
How can there be so much that you don’t know
You don’t know

You think you own whatever social network you land on
Tumblr is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every follower, and post, and like
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only minions, who are minions
Are the minions who look and think like you
But if you walk the foot-steps of a minion
You will learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the minion cry to the full moon gru?
Or asked the grinning Bob why he grins?
Can you sing with all the voices of the forgotten meme’s?
Can you paint with all the colors of the minions? [x2]

Come run the hidden shit-posts of Facebook
Come taste the shit-sweet stains of your timeline
Come roll in all the banana’s all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth

Dave and Bob are my brothers
Gru and Dr. Nefario are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop, that never ends

How big will the franchise grow?
If you end it now, you will never know
And you will never hear the minion cry to the full moon gru
Or whether we are yellow or darker yellow

We need to sing with all the forgotten meme’s
We need to paint with all the colors of the minions
You can own Facebook and still all you will own is Facebook, until
You can paint, with all the colors of the minions