"Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Dagmar, it's time.
It's time, Dagmar (aight, Sam my friend).
Straight out, your grandpa is gonna try lines
The Lute drops deep as does my Hammer.
I never Sing, 'cause to Sing is the Daughter of stammer.
Beyond the walls of Songs, life is defined.
I think of Family when I'm in a Rivervale state of mind.
Hope the rhythm I say got some glamor.
Might hurt some grammar but hey it got glamour
Your mother Tove probably thinks this is clamor.
In a Rivervale state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The Devastating Lute?
Yes, complain about Taking out the Trash from time to time
I got the love of a boggan who's still cute
My wits pointed like a spear
I think that's pretty clear
Captivating, True, Lyrical, like a Woof
You can ask Connor, he knows that it's the truth
I can't always be the big flame, more like an ember
But I got dreams of loved ones to help remember.
I'm rappin' my best
Though I'm light blue at best
Yea, yaz, in a Rivervale state of mind.
When I was young, the world seemed a fright
Broken beaten no hope in sight
But Rivervale folks turned out to be tight
Got me and your mother to a new land that's right
A Musical feast yeah? I Hope that it has pleased ya
Because you all my family, yeah you all my family"