[Intro]
This is the story of a man named Stanley
A simple man with a moderately simple job:
To sit at his desk and push buttons all day long
His job was so simple, in fact, he could even work from home
And so Stanley pushed buttons all day without a thought in the world...
Until one day...his buttons stopped working
How could this be? How would he do his job?
Stanley had to fix this!

[Verse 1]
Stanley stepped out of his office through the door
Took the stairway up to check the second floor
To the right, Stanley kept his storage, that was where his instincts led
But instead of right, he set his sights on the room to the left instead
Stanley knew this room was not the proper choice
But he sat down and ignored his inner voice...
This whole "story" thing was something Stanley couldn't comprehend
Let's start over and find a proper end

[Break (spoken)]
Stanley's buttons had blah, blah, blah...you know how this goes
Stanley had to fix this!

[Verse 2]
Stanley took the right-hand door, no-STANLEY, RIGHT!
It appeared that Stanley wasn't very bright...
Now this story's utter rubbish, and it's frankly all your fault
Your disdain for my directions brought our plot line to a halt!
Let me see if I can get us back on course...
Oh dear. Now how'd we find ourselves outdoors?
I admit, this all seems foreign, but I loathe to recommend
We start over and find a proper end
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