Papa Smurf and the boys are playing, with my girl.
I'm not one for competition. I want her for my own.
You all say there's one for you,
(but) for us it's really true.
She's blonde and blue.
Who will she choose?
Letter in hand, a lonely man, going home.
A fun guy in a fungi, all alone.
Made by a sorcerer's hand. Half pack of lies, clumsy black strands.
But a change of form and figure, by Papa's hands, beautified!
"Never give up" speech
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