BOY, I SAY BOY, YOU SHOULD HAVE SAW THIS COMING. I SAY WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WORKING WITH THAT EVIL QUEEN, YOU SHOULD KNOW SHES NOTHING BUT A LOAD OF TRUBLE. NOW YOUR POISED HERE AND I SAY THAT BOY DARING COULDN’T BRAKE THE CURSE AND I SAY NO ONE ELSE AROUND HERE COULD BE YOUR PRINCE CHARMING. SO I SAY I SAY UNLESS YOUR ONE OF THEM LGBT BOY YOU MIGHT VARY WELL DIE HERE BOY
Boy I say I said boy listen here! Ya’ got the makings of greatness in ya’ boy! But ya’ gotta take the helm and chart your own course, yessiree! Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you’ll get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show em’ whatcha made of, boy! And I hope I say I HOPE I’m there, catchin’ some of the light off of ya that day!
NOW BOY, I SAY BOY, WHAT DID I SAY? I SAY WHAT DID I SAY? YOU GOT YOURSELF ALL RILED UP! ALL STEAMED LIKE A CLAM OUT IN MAMA'S BOILIN POT OVER SOME FOOL FISHSTICK! NOW LOOK AT YOU! SPLATTED LIKE A USED MUSTARD BOTTLE, NOT EVEN WORTH SQUIRTIN ON A DANG HOTDOG! STRAIGHTEN UP WHILE I'M TALKIN TO YA SON, IT'S DISRESPECTFUL!
BOY, I SAY, I SAY, BOY--WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN GO SCARIN YER ORANGE FRIEND LIKE THAT? THAT BOY WAS USED LIKE A PUPPET ON STRINGS BY A NO-GOOD RAPSCALLION IN A GLOWIN GREEN CAVE, SON. YOU THINK THAT'S AN EXCUSE FER YOU TO BE ALL MR TOUGH GUY NOW? I SAY, I SAY, YOU BETTER START USING THAT FLOATIN HEAD OF YOURS, BOY-
BOY, AH SAY, BOY, YOU'RE CRYIN' OVER A PITCHER, SON, YER GETTIN' BEATEN BY A DOODLE, NOW Y'ALL GOTTA GET YOURSELF TOGETHER BOY, THAT DAWG ONLY GOT ONE LEG, Y'ALL GOT TWO, YOU'RE AN ATHLETE, SON AND NOW YOU'RE TALKIN' ABOUT FINANCIN' AND MODELLIN', HE'S LAUGHIN' AT YA, YOU GOTTA PICK YERSELF UP AN' GET BACK IN THE GAME, BOY! GAME BOY, THAT'S A JOKE, SON, WHY AREN'T YOU LAUGHIN'?
Boy, I say boy – and I mean that in a gender-neutral sense – what the heck’s gotten into you? You take one, I say, ONE nap an’ you’re more heated than tarmac in a July heatwave! You’re makin’ everyone uncomfortable, you’re like a pebble in a sock! I’ve heard of gettin’ up on the wrong side of the bed, but you, I say, you must’ve missed the floor entirely! Wham! Fell straight into the kitchen!
Now, I know nothin’ goes over that head of yours, what with ya bein’ dressed like a traffic cone full o' cortisol, so you know, I say you KNOW you gotta dust yourself off, n’ open up to all your family before you find yourself down the creek without a paddle!