Boy wake up, you're obsessed Dragging others down in this fairy tale mess She wants a mansion, wants serene But all you given her are some messed up memories Of livin' poor and dining on canned spinach When all she's done is give But now she's lost in it Oh-oh, Mr. I'm on the Marquee Mr. No one else but me Mr. Underdog when you're just a bad team Mr. Only self-obsessed Mr. Overlooked and missed Mr. I'm the thing that's reaching the stars 'Cause all you've done is watched yourself burn bridges And all you've done is walked away, selfish, waiting in it But I'm not scared of dying, the Osmonds did okay I've got hate, cheering for me to step off of this building It's too late for giving up The family biz taking off So drop your ego kid, no need to be ashamed 'Cause it ain't you against the world Matter of fact, they're 'round the world Singing "Too late, too late, for me my Annabel" My Annabel