Yakko: The sense of sight
Is what guides us right
When we go out on walks.
Wakko: The sense of smell's
The way you tell
That you need to change your socks.
Dot: The sense of touch
Is what hurts so much
When you bang your toe on the bed.
Yakko: The sense of hearing is something good
'Cause if a tree falls in the wood
Would there be a sound? You bet there would
If it landed on top of your head
YW+D : Your head
If a tree lands on top of your head!
Wakko: The sense of taste
Affects your waist
Yakko: Which makes five senses in all.
Dot: There's a sixth sense, too, but it's hard to explain
It's a psychic connection that's inside your brain
So you can understand people like Shirley MacLaine
Yakko: Who wear crystals they bought in the mall
YW+D : The mall
Who wear crystals they bought in the mall!
Yakko: And now the other senses!
Dot: There are scents you can smell
Like cologne from Chanel
Or the scents of expensive perfume.
Yakko: There are scents of flowers
We hope overpowers
The kitty box next to your room.
Phew!
Wakko: There's a sense of pride
You have deep down inside
Yakko: When you practice a sense of fair play.
Dot: There are dollars and cents that you pay at a toll
Yakko: Or the census man who is taking a poll
Wakko: And a sense of confusion; we're out of control
YW+D : And they really should take us away
Away
They really should take us away!
Dot: There's a sense of humor
A sense of doom, or
A sense of awe, sense of timing.
Yakko: The sense of a word
A sense of absurd
Like trying to do all this rhyming!
Dot: There's incense
Wakko: And horse sense
Yakko: And common sense, it's true.
Dot: Sense of wonder, sense of beauty
Wakko: Sense of honor, sense of duty
Yakko: A sense of doubt, a sense of danger
Dot: A sense of fear, when you meet a stranger
Wakko: A sense of style, a sense of worth
Yakko: A sense of direction for knowing the earth
YW+D : A sense of dread as we're singing this song
That it's starting to turn out completely all wrong
And it's time that we end it because it's too long
'Cause it just doesn't make any sense
No sense
It just doesn't make any sense!
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Animaniacs - The Senses Lyrics
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Yakko: The sense of sight
Is what guides us right
When we go out on walks.
Wakko: The sense of smell's
The way you tell
That you need to change your socks.
Dot: The sense of touch
Is what hurts so much
When you bang your toe on the bed.
Yakko: The sense of hearing is something good
'Cause if a tree falls in the wood
Would there be a sound? You bet there would
If it landed on top of your head
YW+D : Your head
If a tree lands on top of your head!
Wakko: The sense of taste
Affects your waist
Yakko: Which makes five senses in all.
Dot: There's a sixth sense, too, but it's hard to explain
It's a psychic connection that's inside your brain
So you can understand people like Shirley MacLaine
Yakko: Who wear crystals they bought in the mall
YW+D : The mall
Who wear crystals they bought in the mall!
Yakko: And now the other senses!
Dot: There are scents you can smell
Like cologne from Chanel
Or the scents of expensive perfume.
Yakko: There are scents of flowers
We hope overpowers
The kitty box next to your room.
Phew!
Wakko: There's a sense of pride
You have deep down inside
Yakko: When you practice a sense of fair play.
Dot: There are dollars and cents that you pay at a toll
Yakko: Or the census man who is taking a poll
Wakko: And a sense of confusion; we're out of control
YW+D : And they really should take us away
Away
They really should take us away!
Dot: There's a sense of humor
A sense of doom, or
A sense of awe, sense of timing.
Yakko: The sense of a word
A sense of absurd
Like trying to do all this rhyming!
Dot: There's incense
Wakko: And horse sense
Yakko: And common sense, it's true.
Dot: Sense of wonder, sense of beauty
Wakko: Sense of honor, sense of duty
Yakko: A sense of doubt, a sense of danger
Dot: A sense of fear, when you meet a stranger
Wakko: A sense of style, a sense of worth
Yakko: A sense of direction for knowing the earth
YW+D : A sense of dread as we're singing this song
That it's starting to turn out completely all wrong
And it's time that we end it because it's too long
'Cause it just doesn't make any sense
No sense
It just doesn't make any sense!
Is what guides us right
When we go out on walks.
Wakko: The sense of smell's
The way you tell
That you need to change your socks.
Dot: The sense of touch
Is what hurts so much
When you bang your toe on the bed.
Yakko: The sense of hearing is something good
'Cause if a tree falls in the wood
Would there be a sound? You bet there would
If it landed on top of your head
YW+D : Your head
If a tree lands on top of your head!
Wakko: The sense of taste
Affects your waist
Yakko: Which makes five senses in all.
Dot: There's a sixth sense, too, but it's hard to explain
It's a psychic connection that's inside your brain
So you can understand people like Shirley MacLaine
Yakko: Who wear crystals they bought in the mall
YW+D : The mall
Who wear crystals they bought in the mall!
Yakko: And now the other senses!
Dot: There are scents you can smell
Like cologne from Chanel
Or the scents of expensive perfume.
Yakko: There are scents of flowers
We hope overpowers
The kitty box next to your room.
Phew!
Wakko: There's a sense of pride
You have deep down inside
Yakko: When you practice a sense of fair play.
Dot: There are dollars and cents that you pay at a toll
Yakko: Or the census man who is taking a poll
Wakko: And a sense of confusion; we're out of control
YW+D : And they really should take us away
Away
They really should take us away!
Dot: There's a sense of humor
A sense of doom, or
A sense of awe, sense of timing.
Yakko: The sense of a word
A sense of absurd
Like trying to do all this rhyming!
Dot: There's incense
Wakko: And horse sense
Yakko: And common sense, it's true.
Dot: Sense of wonder, sense of beauty
Wakko: Sense of honor, sense of duty
Yakko: A sense of doubt, a sense of danger
Dot: A sense of fear, when you meet a stranger
Wakko: A sense of style, a sense of worth
Yakko: A sense of direction for knowing the earth
YW+D : A sense of dread as we're singing this song
That it's starting to turn out completely all wrong
And it's time that we end it because it's too long
'Cause it just doesn't make any sense
No sense
It just doesn't make any sense!