Spoiler Alert - MC Frontalot

You’re annoyed when I talk during the film

It’s just another classic that you haven’t seen (still!)

Just another ill-in-the-head in the plot;

«Norman Bates, is that all you got?

Might have guessed from the name of the thing.»

Don’t complain

That you never heard the ending of The Crying Game

Well, it’s a penis, and at this point a shaggy dog

(which is: nothing to see here; move along)

The Apes rule the Earth.

Vader’s poppa to Luke

Brad Pitt and Ed Norton are obviously two

People, but they’ve got to share one character

Bruce ain’t alive, kid, no matter how he stares at you

Snape kills Dumbledore but with a noble motive

Everybody’s guilty on the Oriental locomotive

Veidt’s villainy ends world squabbling

And Deckard is a replicant (probably)

Say I ruin everything for you — well, it’s mutual.

Well, it’s mutual

Don’t wager on survival for Bambi’s mom

Artax, Old Yeller, Mufasa, King Kong

All spawn of Medea should fear for your throat

All on the Titanic should fear for your boat

Yo, Frontalot gave it away before it happened

If you’re in Moby Dick then I hope you’re not the captain;

If you are, then I urge: rethink revenge

Cause you’re headed for the bottom and you’re bringing your friends

Fall into Wonderland then you’re definitely dreaming

Sleeping by the stream, and all is only seeming

If you’re in the Bible, it ends in Armageddon

If you’re in the Y2K, it’s less upsetting

If you’re living in the 80s, spoiler: gay Wham!

Space ships can blow up.

Trickle-down economics is a scam

But you’ll figure that out

I don’t want to wreck the ending for you, make you pout

Say I ruin everything for you — well, it’s mutual

In the future, do not do what you do

If you’re in the French Revolution, I warn it won’t last

If you’re in the Kennedy clan, beware a muzzle flash

Airplanes, also, quite often destroyed them

And if you’re a Lennon, there’s a Chapman.

Avoid him

Boy when I’m spoiling the ending you frown

No empire lasts forever, go to town

But if you’re old Rome, look out for that Nero

In case you’re a countdown, look out for zero

Any time you’re a ticking bomb, explode

(and nobody make it out except Horatio)

Cause every peanut brittle’s got a snake inside

And Jacks-in-the-box, meant to startle, pop high

If you didn’t know already, I’ll apologize

Peek-a-boo's a game;

it’s a trick of the eyes

Not a bending of reality itself

Spoiler for infants: adults use stealth