P to the A to the R to the A
to the P-P-A. I never finish that phrase,
but today? I'm feeling magnanimous.
Spell it out for you, as if you could handle this.
I ain't even plannin' this brash first draft,
and if you're feelin' slanderous, then I'm just an---
I never cuss or curse. That's always much the worst.
But if you're making up a list, then I am what? The first.
The first pal you might turn to if things go wrong,
or to rock an impossible song, or just to take along
when you travel with your new band. Milkcan. I'm your
hype man. Get a clue, man. I'm the right man
for you, man. S-U-double-N-Y.
If life is like an anime, then I'm her bishie sentai.
Or at least I wish I was. I can go ahead and try.
Wanna see her happy, not bitter like endive.

And I can kick, punch, turn, and chop, and I can
make my way to the tippity-top!
The fun don't stop in Parappatown!
PJ, and Katy, and me gettin' down.
(Ma-san and Lammy and me)
(my pal Boxxy Boy and me)
(Tamanegi-sensei and me)

I say "I gotta redeem!," but what does that mean?
Lemme get up on the stage and spit for you in 16.
I had a pretty nice life. Never much been burned.
No pain. No strife. Young pup from the 'burbs.
But I've been kicked to the curb. Everything I got, well I earned.
And every scuff and every scrape is just a lesson I've learned.
One thing I've discerned: don't call a chicken a turkey.
If you do, do it covertly, else she's bound to get surly.
And never take a journey with a pilot who's got post-traumatic
stress disorder, and the plane's out of order,
and I've learned that makin' burgers sure beats eatin' noodles.
To be truthful? I've learned buyin' Chin Chains ain't fruitful.
And youthfulness is just a concept of the mind,
like kicks and punches, difficult to define.
But the truth, y'all, is this: you are what you believe in.
Now you're debriefed. Parappa out. I'm peacin'.