Sung by RM

But since when have the young ever listened to their parents? The puppies are too excited to give a up a chance to explore the internet — so the Moose offers to give them a ride to the nearest island where they might search for the New Moose. Unfortunately, the nearest island is Malware Island — only a click away. A dark cloud hangs overhead and in the middle is a mountain of trash. The exploration party is greeted by a group of shady looking wolves in trench coats.

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ho-ho-ho-ho, ha-ha-ha, ho ho!

Welcome to the Internet

Relax your guard, my trusting pet
See racy sites or place a bet
And do it all, do not forget
In pretty good privacy

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ho-ho-ho-ho,
in pretty good privacy
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ho-ho-ho-ho,
in pretty good privacy

A wild frontier with rubber rules
We take your time, your cash, your jewels
And with our ever-clever tools
We take your own identity
ha-ha-ha-ha, ho-ho-ho-ho
In perfect privacy ha-ha-ha-ha ho-ho-ho-ho!

Enter, dear, don’t listen to that silly Moose
The times have changed since Jefferson
Click click away, click anything you choose
Ha-ha-ha ho-ho in pretty good privacy.
Ha-ha-ha ho-ho in pretty good privacy.
Click, click, click-click-click
Click, click ha-ha, ho-ho.

Words & Music by Mario Tosto