‘’You’re not perfect’’
Who? Me… Yes, you!
The word I’m searching for, I can’t say…
Um, is it T-O-Y?
I think it’s a story.
Is it the one that goes with a lullaby?
(Uh wait, no that’s not it.)
Let me give you a hint,
stars buzz through these lightyears.
Wait, do you even care?
I’m giving you a hint.
Just take it or take a mint,
I’m not asking you to wink.
Am I growing a beard?
Do I need to pop a zit?
‘’You need to grow up’’
‘’Grow up? I’m 38 years old’’
Pretty please with a cherry on top.
What the… Stop it, Mung Daal!
What do you want from me?
I’m giving my all!
You’re driving me insane,
I’m cooking, stirring, and baking,
oh glob… the customers are raging!
And 666 orders remain,
should I call the Hex Girls?
I wonder if they eat clam chowder
during the witching hour?
I can whip up a fresh batch.
They might enjoy it: “Bon appétit”
(That’s not Italian, Spongebob.)
Is it Le Quack? Oui, oui?
‘’Non, non… pas si vite?”
‘’Zis is magnifique!”
(Too much macaroni!)
‘’Buon appetito, young Muriel!’’
Zoinks, where is Velma? This is critical!
(You’re not perfect,
uh oh, she’s here…)
The Perfectionist, smack!
This lady is strict, old, and black.
I’m not taking all of that.
So let the storm rage on,
(Your lessons never bothered me anyway.)
*Let me go
Let me go*
Jinkies, I cracked the code!
Algebraic, I’m such a pro!
So you’re telling me that age is perfection?
Stop acting like that’s not the question.
Don’t be like Eustace,
(We ain’t got a phone.)
The Mystery Machine broke,
and the gang is lost and broke.
So give me your phone, yes?
(We ain’t got no phone.)
No phone? So what about perfection, yes?
