Plaidophile

For some reason a lot of people care deeply about what the actual lyrics are to the theme song of Spliced!, especially a couple of words which are rattled off fairly quickly and seem like they might be out-of-place in a kids' show (but of course, Spliced isn't a kids' show).

On a tiny little island
In the ocean called Pacific
There's a mixed-up group of creatures
Who are really quite horrific
Stitched together with whatever crap was
Found or could be grabbed,
Re-invented in the bowels of a lab.

Spliced! They have all been spliced;
Half baked and diced
And regurgitated
By some crazy doctor (Spliced!)
Who went vamoose
And now you'll pay the price; They have all:

Bits of human, chunks of lab mouse
Swap the hind legs for an udder
Splice a parakeet with donkey feet
And season it with butter.

It's no ordinary island, do we have to say it twice,
It's no ordinary island 'cause they're spliced, spliced, spliced!