You can't stop Phil from being Phil,
Because he just uses his free will,
He's the life and soul wherever he goes,
He's just like a clown without the red nose,
He sings songs night and day,
And no one can take his heart away,
He has suffered all mighty pain,
With bad juices in his brain,
They gave him psychiatric medication,
To make him worse and he felt like he had some sort of curse,
When he was well, they sent him to hell,
Against all odds he became happy and free,
Because I am Phil and he is me.