Lyrics (changed to fit the character): Human beings fascinate me, being just the way they are! Tell me little Immortal, do you have a job or write books? honesty is my instrument, but humans stick to their pretty lies It's a mystery, anthropology! Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skin Would it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in? Every immortal tells me that it's old and fake mythology It's a mystery, anthropology! Aren't you bored of being immortal, being able to live forever? I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves... Humans don't have powers or magic. They don't need it; they don't care! All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere! Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have jobs to do! It's so real to me, anthropology! Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John, Michael Phelps, Barack Obama...who's to say that they're all gone? Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con? It's so real to me, anthropology! Yeah, they've had a couple of fights, Nobody's perfect you see, Still I say I'm born with the rights to study whatever I please! I don't need to be an ink blot now, I can stand on two legs! I would trade my magic powers for a pair of new legs! Grab your camera, come on, zoom in! 'Cause your favorite Ink monster is a human, ME! That is who I'll be! Anthropology! shh!
