Paul Potts in the middle of a clearing under a tree
Paul Potts, can you hear me terrify me?
Paul Potts, an orphan's what I'll grow up to be
Paul Potts, get you away from me
Paul P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Potts
P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Potts
I might be kidding when I tell you I'm me
I might've been kidding when I punched my face to hit a bee
I might be kidding about the outstanding fee
Paul Potts, get you away from me
Thumb A to the people in the parking lots
Thumb A to the people with the leopard spots
Thumb A to the people who have great thoughts
Thumb B to you, Paul Potts