Yo, yo this song right here is for my boy Rupert. If y'all don't already know who he is by now, sh-y'all got some explaining to do! Yeah.

His name is Rupert, he goes by Rupert, (Ruuuupert)
He's really super, he's super duper! (Ruuuuuuuuupert)
He hunts at night, he feasts on mice and rodents, (Rupert)
But during the day, yo, we always chill like homies (I got your back, 24/7, 365)

We jamming out, just playing some old-school Creed,
I'm playing rhythm, he's soloing out on lead,
We in a band-yo, It's called "The Rupert" band-yo,
He gives himself all the credit, 'cause he's a hoe fo' sho'

We skateboard together, alternate and switch,
He just landed a McTwist, a McDonald's sandwich,
We straight up tight like a tiger, BFFs 'til the end,
We constantly be gettin' mistaken for Barbie and Ken

Yo, we a great duet, karaoke prodigies,
He takes my breath away, singing ABBA, "Dancing Queen",
Young and sweet...only 17,
They do not make 'em like that anymore, its such a shame

And the only place we ever go is to Blockbuster,
Rent "Fever Pitch" every night, with a bottle of mustard,
And when we go there, Rupert rides V.I.P.,
We discuss extreme weather like Tsunamis and shiiiii-

I just cooked Rupert a special breakfast in bed,
Two strips of bacon with some scrambled eggs,
No sausage links, though he likes that food,
He's much too terrified of catching the Swine Flu

So yeah, he's smarter than your average dude,
Valedictorian at the age of two,
Trig and Calc in his sleep... he's extremely smart,
His IQ is reminiscent of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Sometimes you just wouldn't believe the things that I've heard,
One time this kid asked me "Why you doodling with that bird?",
For that I roundhoused his gut, karate chopped his shin,
smashed his lava lamp in pieces then apologized to him

We participate in recreational things all of the time,
Hunting doves, playing life, and then we wine and dine,
Engaging in putt-putt mini golf gives me the urge,
To go to the Home and Garden section of Wal-Mart and splurge

We sometimes bathe together, but he just chills with me,
He doesn't peek, he closes his eyes so he cannot see,
Hold on...his eyes don't shut, wait that means he's seen me naked,
Wow, I wish I knew that sooner I feel slightly violated

Well "Fever Pitch" is starting now so I'm going to cut this off,
I'm downing Tylenol for an uncontrollable cough,
Rupert's sitting on a microwave rockin' the fleece,
But we blasting off now yo, we out this piece!

His name is Rupert, he goes by Rupert, (Ruuuupert)
He's really super, he's super duper! (Ruuuuuuuuupert)
He hunts at night, he feasts on mice and rodents, (Rupert)
But during the day, yo, we always chill like homies (I got your back, 24/7, 365)

His name is Rupert, he goes by Rupert. (Ruuuupert)
He's really super, he's super duper! (Ruuuuuuuuupert)
He hunts at night, he feasts on mice and rodents, (Rupert)
But during the day, yo, we always chill like homies (I got your back, 24/7, 365)
(Ruuuupert, Ruuuuuuuuupert, Rupert)
(I got your back, 24/7, 365)


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