When Claude started this concept, y'all knew Bo Rap was as inevitable as your next bowel movement...

Just in case you don't already know these lyrics, here they are in all their glory:

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see

I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
'Cause I’m easy come
Easy go
Little high
Llittle low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn’t really matter to me
To me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead

Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Mama, oooo
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama oooo - (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me!

Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro, Magnifico

I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(let him go)
Bismillah! We will not let you go
(let him go)
Bismillah! we will not let you go
(let him go)
Will not let you go
(let me go)
Will not let you go
(let me go)
Never let me go, ah oh oh - No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, FOR MEEEEE

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
To me

Any way the wind blows....

Is this the veal knife?
Is this just fancy meat?

(**** The following lines I filled-in after Rick Duncan jumped ahead ****)

Bought at a yard sale
From a cape-wearing Atkins Priest

Throw out your fries
Cook up some real fine roast beef

I’m just a fat boy, I need no bacon grease
'Cause I'm eating some
Cheesy crow
Griddle high
Griddle low
That's the way At-kins goes
Eat carbos and fatter you'll be
You'll be

Doctor, just ate a ham
Put the breading in the John
Pulled the handle now it's gone
Doctor, how I craved that bun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away....