I wrote this right after sahur Though it may look like it's made of poo I made it especially for you Just thought you'd appreciate it more
So I heard you're feeling low Thinking your English is shit And you don't know where to go In the land of fish and chips Sure the others are lucky When you compare it to theirs Your life there seems so dreary
But we're Scott and Pam
Some people think we're dumb But what do they all know So maybe we're quite slow At least we make life fun We're always throwing parties And no one's invited No one but you and me, Scotty 'Cause it's all in our head
Well, that's how it used to be Now your new best friend is your bed Why are your moves so hesitant? You used to be really confident There's no one at the party 'Cause it has come to an end I can't even find you there Why did you let that happen?
You hold the little black book key It'll lead you to worlds so unknown That no one else but you can see Though you can't; not until you've grown But, Scotty, just how can you shine If you're always feeling gloomy With all my life I guarded that key Don't tell me it's a waste of time
So here's my conclusion: Just treat it like just another mission Though we don't get to use guns But the times we've had were fun Why should this be any different? This time I'm throwing the party And I'll be waiting for you there So cheer up, dear Scotty 'Cause you're not alone.
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