Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars.
Mrs. X is
Please vote me
the Keeper of the Reaper.
I wanna be
the Keeper of the Reaper.
His skinny white bones
are mine to own,
to do with as I see fit.
Give him to me and I promise my love won't quit.
Mandy:
I disagree
about the Keeper of the Reaper.
It should be me
who's the Keeper of the Reaper.
Grim's not a toy
for an idiot boy
who can't even tie his shoes.
If Billy wins then we all surely lose.
Grim:
Don't I get a say
in the Keeper of the Reaper?
I'll make you all pay
for the Keeper of the Reaper.
Oh, my rage
is bound up in this cage,
held back by these iron bars.
I'll never get rid of these mental scars.
Judge Roy Spleen:
I don't care
who's the Keeper of the Reaper.
I'm losing my hair
over Keeper of the Reaper.
And all this stress
is crushing my chest.
I'm going blind in one eye.
And it's all because of that stupid guy! (points at Fred)
ALL SINGING . . . AGAIN
Billy: (rapping) Time to make you ill, old school style!
Billy:
Grim is the corner in my square.
Mandy:
Grim's the chocolate in my eclair.
Billy:
Grim is the freshener in my air.
Mandy:
Grim's the conditioner in my hair.
Billy:
Grim's the picnic in my bear.
Mandy:
Grim is the cushion in my chair.
Billy:
Grim is the Renaissance in my Fair.
Mandy:
Grim is the anger in my stare.
Billy:
Grim is the stain in my underwear.
Mandy:
Somehow I knew you were gonna go there.
Courtroom:
Hurry up and name the Keeper of the Reaper.
I wanna see the Keeper of the Reaper.
Grim:
All this singing is driving me nuts!
Courtroom:
Why not just cut Grim in half?
Judge Roy Spleen:
An ulcer's eating away at my gut.
Courtroom:
That would be a real good laugh!
Mandy:
I totally hate
that we have to debate.
Billy:
So whether it's me or you
Everyone:
It's obvious to everyone here,
it's obvious to everyone here,
it's obvious to everyone that-
Mrs. X: Ooookkkkaaaayyyyyyyy I'm outta here.
(Truman sits in chair)
R and R