Isabella: Well, listen to this.
Patchkins: Ooo-hoo! Ooo-hoo! Ooo-hoo! La-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Isabella: Well, the sky is blue and the breeze is mellow,
I'll tell you what to do,
Take the walkway that's yellow.
It'll get you where you want to go,
Just take that yellow sidewalk.
Patchkins: Ooo-hoo! La-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Isabella: Just take the yellow one, not the one that's burnt umber.
And don't you take that purple one, it's covered with lumber.
Candace: What?
Isabella: A log truck overturned last Tuesday,
Take the yellow sidewalk.
Patchkins: Ooo-hoo! Ooo-hoo!
Traffic Cop: Nothing to see here. Move along.
Isabella: If you wanna bust your brothers,
Put one foot after another,
There's a road that leads you out of this square,
And there's nothing really stopping us,
So let us state the obvious
If you're standing here, baby,
Isabella and Patchkins: You're going nowhere.
Isabella: So if you're really in a busting mood.
Please don't think I'm being rude.
Just grab yourself some take-out food and hit that yellow sidewalk.