The Chode Must Go On

As the quest for the perfect team goes on for the production of Dank Master the movie,
The road unwinds before us like a road unwinding before us.
As the team assembles, we shed our insecurites, and take on new challanges.
As the world moves forward trading securities,
We shed our purity and lose maturity.
For the benefit of Mr. Kite, we will put on a movie about shephards pie.
For the benefit of our studio audience, we will make a studio with seats in it.

Gather round, gather round.
Gather squares, gather squares.
We're making a movie.
"Who would give them the rights to make a movie?" You ask.
I gave myself permission, the movie will commence without intermission.
We have a mission, our position is to watch and listen.
Just take a seat, and lose yourself to the music,
Thrust your pubics, get loose and groove to it.

No movie has ever been made like this,
Served on a dish.
To people used to watching fish.
Watching golf on dish,
And wishing wishes one would wish.
Wishes for Dank Master the movie,
Wishes for something finally groovy.
Wishes for something fantastic,
Not another movie to make your brain plastic.
Not another piece of shit.
That you convince yourself to like,
Because of some critic nitwit.
Four stars, five stars, three stars, two.
Your movie reviews made from fart stew.
Get a pen and take notes,
The movie like no other.
Chode on a rope.