"Un SongFic De Alan Smithee."
Irvine was going insane. He had tried everything under the sun in order to try to win Selphie's affections. He couldn't handle it anymore. He had to get an answer from her. "Come on, Selph, what do I have to do to win your love?"
"Well, the first part of that is that you need to understand. You cannot 'Win' love. It just...occurs," Selphie replied.
"Okay. Done. Now what do I have to do?"
"Well, there is one thing..."
"What?"
Do something about your long, filthy hair
"WHAT? MY HAIR RULES!
It looks like a rat's nest
"HOW TO SPEAK GALBADIAN. COOL HAT. Galbadian for Bad Hair Day."
Do something about your mullet
"But guys with mullets get all the women!"
Get out the hair clippers, jerk
"Aw, you're mean!"
"Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet...", four onlookers shouted.
Get the rat's nest off your head
"Hey, it's better than your 'I want to be the Flying Nun when I grow up' do..."
Get that crazy-ass motherfucker off your skull
"Aw, come on! I'm like that dude, Samson..."
Take your ass to the barber shop
"There's no Barber shops in the area!"
Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole
"But I make this look good!"
"Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet..."
The mullet is the reason why people hate you
"Hey, I get my fair share, BECAUSE of the mullet..."
They are sick of looking at your nappy weed-sack
"Hence the term, HAT!"
Nobody wants to look at you with that mullet on your head
"Come on. You KNOW you love a guy with a mullet."
"Why don't you cut that mullet, you numbskull?" Selphie screamed as she ran away. Irvine sat down and looked dejected.
"Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Insure One, it's the insurance superstore..."
Irvine was going insane. He had tried everything under the sun in order to try to win Selphie's affections. He couldn't handle it anymore. He had to get an answer from her. "Come on, Selph, what do I have to do to win your love?"
"Well, the first part of that is that you need to understand. You cannot 'Win' love. It just...occurs," Selphie replied.
"Okay. Done. Now what do I have to do?"
"Well, there is one thing..."
"What?"
Do something about your long, filthy hair
"WHAT? MY HAIR RULES!
It looks like a rat's nest
"HOW TO SPEAK GALBADIAN. COOL HAT. Galbadian for Bad Hair Day."
Do something about your mullet
"But guys with mullets get all the women!"
Get out the hair clippers, jerk
"Aw, you're mean!"
"Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet...", four onlookers shouted.
Get the rat's nest off your head
"Hey, it's better than your 'I want to be the Flying Nun when I grow up' do..."
Get that crazy-ass motherfucker off your skull
"Aw, come on! I'm like that dude, Samson..."
Take your ass to the barber shop
"There's no Barber shops in the area!"
Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole
"But I make this look good!"
"Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet, Cut the mullet..."
The mullet is the reason why people hate you
"Hey, I get my fair share, BECAUSE of the mullet..."
They are sick of looking at your nappy weed-sack
"Hence the term, HAT!"
Nobody wants to look at you with that mullet on your head
"Come on. You KNOW you love a guy with a mullet."
"Why don't you cut that mullet, you numbskull?" Selphie screamed as she ran away. Irvine sat down and looked dejected.
"Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Insure One, it's the insurance superstore..."