Toby, Take a Bow

I've never seen you so awful

I found you at the bottom of a Russian novel

Gold medal and a crown

A cardigan and a frown

All maladjusted and clever

The greatest Smiths fan ever

Your picture in the papers

The captions shout

"There is a boy and he never goes out"

That same song on repeat

You haven't left the house in weeks

Won't even come out for dinner

Toby Grace, world record winner

I guess you thought it'd make you feel better somehow

But heaven knows you're miserable now

Heaven knows you’re miserable now

Heaven knows you’re miserable now

So Toby take a bow