Onka Judge

If you didn't catch what Onka said at the end, this is how it goes:

Onka Judge (in reply to the judges' decision): "And there's only one judge.."
Simon Cowell (baffled): "Who's that...?"
Onka Judge: "That's me.. Onka Judge."
Simon Cowell: "Oh, Onka.."

Onka Judge: "Don't judge the judge please. Because there is only one judge. Because my name is Mister Onka Judge."

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

G-O-A-T-E-E

Goatee ah, goatee!
Some say swee!
Some say eeeee!
Why grow until so messy?

Goatee ah, goatee!
With you below my lips,
Some say look I like Brad Pitt,
But others say look like China women's unshaven armpit!

Goatee ah, goatee!
Should I shave you away?
Or grow you till '08 may?
Later girl see you run away...

HOW!?

Cannot ah, cannot ah
Goatee ah, Goatee..

Think it's almost time for me to shave my unsightly goatee.

6 Years Old Guitarist

When I was his age, I was playing with Spiderman action figures; what a waste of my time.

Anyway, check out the kid's face at the end when he recieves the guitar!

Victim of Circumstance

At the dawn of hellos
When farewells take a life of their own
There lays a secret yearning
For a brand new beginning
Where solemn goodbyes are embraced
Without the slightest trace of regret

So dear victim of circumstance
Paint yourself a smile
Break into a dance
The night remains young
With the concluding chapter unwritten
Just take one more breath
One more step

I implore thee

Behind every story
A reason lies in quiet slumber
Waiting patiently to be awaken
And unveiled at the last page
Its ultimate fate resides obediently
In the palm of your quavering hands

So dear victim of circumstance
Paint yourself a smile
Break into a dance
The night remains young
With the concluding chapter unwritten
Just take one more breath
One more step

I implore thee
Pick up that dusty quill
And scribble a fairy tale ending
One of flowers basking in golden sunlight
Flirting among emerald blades of grass
Where lions and rabbits retire together
Where damsels and trolls feast in joy

Oh sweet victim
Don’t you wither away
Don’t you bleed yourself dry