Fixer Upper
Trolls:What's the issue, dear?Why are you holding back from such a man?
Is clumpy way he walks?Or the grumpy way he talks?Or the pear-shaped square-shaped weirdness or his feet?
And thought we know he washes well, heAlways ends up sorta smellyBut you'll never meet a fellowWho's as sensitive and sweet!
So he's a bit of a fixer upperSo he's got a few flawsLike his peculiar brain, dearThis thing with the reindeerThat’s a little outside of nature's laws
So he's a bit of a fixer upperBut this we're certain ofYou can fix this fixer upper upWith a little bit of love!
Kristoff:Can we please stop talking about this?We've got a real actually problem here
Trolls:I'll say!So tell me, dear--
Is it the way that he runs scared?Or that he's socially impaired?Or that he only likes to tinkle in the woods? What?Are you holding back or fondness?Due to his unmanly blondness?Or the way he covers up that he's the honest goods?
He's just a bit of a fixer upperHe's got a couple of bugsHis isolation is confirmationOf his desperation for healing hugs
So he's a bit of a fixer upperBut we know what to doThe way to fix up this fixer upperIs to fix him up with you!
Kristoff:Enough! She engaged to someone else, okay?!
Trolls:So she's a bit of a fixer upperThat's a minor thingHer quote "engagement" is a flax arrangementAnd by the way I don't see no ring!
So she's a bit of a fixer upperHer brain's a bit betwixtGet the fiancé out of the wayAnd the whole thing will be fixed
We're not saying you can change himCause people don't really changeWe're only saying that love's a forceThat's powerful and strange
People make bad choices if they're mad or scared or stressedBut throw a little love their wayAnd you'll bring out their bestTrue love brings out the best
Everyone's a bit of a fixer upperThat's what it's all about!Father! Sister! Brother!We need each otherTo raise us up and round us out
Everyone's a bit of a fixer upperBut when push comes to shove
Olaf:The only fixer upper fixerThat can fix a fixer upper is
Trolls:True, true, true, true, true,Love, true love,Love, love, love, love, love,Love, true love,True...
Do you Anna take Kristoff to be you’re troll-fully wadded--
Anna:Wait, What?
Trolls:You're getting married.
...Love!