Whiz Kid Forte: Hey Davey, you Davey
drawing on the walls
Mr. M: made some discontented tourists
Kartrina's in a pitfall
Kyle Mort: We have no doubt
we dream about the things you'd always do
All three: But we wished someone would talk to you 'bout the drawings you have drew

Playful Peasgood: Oh you've messed up Rhymbina, Ovationia, and water parks you would run
Rompin' Rachel: Smeared the hand of a tourist man
and exposed him to the sun
Kitty Arfken: Now you've ruined these places, wrecked friendly faces
and made a total, big fuss
All three: You've wrecked our paradise, scaring all the guests and us

Whiz Kid Forte: Please Davey, please Davey
don't you run away
Mr. M: 'Cause we have this need to tell you
why you do this every day
Both: We can see so much of this
still ruining our eyes
making dismayed art
on our angry hearts that made our resort deprived

Cherry Plucker: You've drawn a dinosaur on Regis Manor
and right there you have drawn a yacht
'Soonist Sally: Made an art show in Grosso Rico
and showed us what you've got
Went to a cinema
watched hysteria that no youngster must discuss
Now you've messed paradise and it really bothers us

Whiz Kid Forte: Hey Dave, you know what graffiti is?
It's a crime
Kyle Mort: A misdeed of our whole network of people and places
that we all dislike
Mr. M: But you know what truth is, son?
it's that box of crayons you're holding
and it's that picture you've sketched this morning
the same one you are going to tick us off today
Put down that box!

Hans Glucher: Sometimes we've been to mocking to disgraceful art
that made your whole crime complete
but you, you have a smart heart
we'd always knew that's all bitter, not so sweet
All characters: The resort's cost's down pouring
We're all imploring
To please stop making this fuss
Now Davey, go tidy paradise
and don't you vex all of us!

Go clean up paradise and don't you vex all of us!