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Till Sportacus destroyed my peace of mind
With my three clones I'll go and hunt him down
For this blue athlete can't be hard to find
Might Sportaflop be trapp'd inside a net?
Might sugar slow his strong and healthy ways?
Yet all my efforts only bring regret
For my three comrades only bring delays
They step on sticks, they slip on peels, and I
Can't seem to teach them how disguises work
Yet I shan't let my villain plotting die
I must remain this city's biggest jerk
'Tis destiny we ruin heroes' fun
For though we're numbered four, we're Number One.
Till Sportacus destroyed my peace of mind
With my three clones I'll go and hunt him down
For this blue athlete can't be hard to find
Might Sportaflop be trapp'd inside a net?
Might sugar slow his strong and healthy ways?
Yet all my efforts only bring regret
For my three comrades only bring delays
They step on sticks, they slip on peels, and I
Can't seem to teach them how disguises work
Yet I shan't let my villain plotting die
I must remain this city's biggest jerk
'Tis destiny we ruin heroes' fun
For though we're numbered four, we're Number One.