Slick (Patel’s Song)

Lyrics

Ramona Flowers: It was football season, and for some reason all the little jocks wanted me. Matthew was the only non-white, non-jock boy in town. So the two of us joined forces and we took 'em all down. We brawled and scrapped, and fought for hours. Nothing could beat Matthew's mystical powers. We only kissed once. After a week and a half, I told him to hit the showers Scott Pilgrim: Hey, wait, mystical powers? Matthew Patel: Argh! You'll pay for this, Flowers! [Verse: Matthew Patel] If you want to fight me Hah! You're not the brightest You won't know what hit you In the slightest [He scats] Me and my fireballs (Tss!) My demon hipster chicks (Tell him, Matty!) I'm talking the talk 'Cause I know I'm slick (S-L-ICK!) Fireball girls! Take this sucker down (DOWN!) Let's show him What we're all about Scott Pilgrim: That doesn't even rhyme! Matthew Patel: This is impossible... How can this be? Scott Pilgrim: Open your eyes, maybe you'll see!