Felix

I’m Felix, cursed to strum all day, oh yay.

My tale’s a tune of woes and woe-nots.

Bought a cursed guitar, now I sing to every star.

Oh, Bart Blaine, you devilish merchant of melodies!

How am I? Oh, I’m strumming and humming, non-stop, and sweating!

My hands ache, my voice breaks, but the music never forsakes!

Five days of playing, fingers fraying, can someone get me out of this musical flaying?

My life’s a musical nightmare, where rest is rare, and pain is my constant affair.

This is Bart Blaine’s shop, where dreams turn to flops!

Oh, this store's a demon's haunt, where melodies taunt and haunt!

A town filled with sounds, but for me, it’s a devil's playground!

I strum in this dreaded spot, thanks to Bart and his cursed lot!

Noooo, I’m gonnnaaaa soooolooo.

I’m too deep in my muuusiiic toooo need heeeelp.

Sorry, but my duet’s a nooo duet.

Heeeelp not needed for this concludes!

Nah, maaaan, I sing alooone.

In denial and choir, nooo help desired.

My sooolo is solo, noooo room for hands.

No can doooo, this is myyyyy tune.

No thanks, already wroooote the lyrics.

Naaah, this sooong is my looooad.

Oh yes, your help would be a sweet refrain!

Help me, and end this endless concert!

I need an encore of assistance!

Sing a duet with me; help me get my refund!

Let's hit the high notes together, shall we?

Save me from this eternal jam session!

I need a bridge; will you help me change this tune?

Help an exhausted minstrel out; Bart Blaine owes me a refund!