He left to go to the great rocky mountains.
To live a life by the high altitude fountains.
No more awkward humor of Thursday nights.
No more can he turn off the office lights.
Can't confuse Jim, or frustrate Dwight Schrute.
He even took his desk toys, the whole loot.
Can't hate on Toby's face or Kevin's obesity.
Because you left for the wife, the one to be.
You leaving early, at the time of 4 o' clock.
Made my world crumble, even from solid rock.
Now we're stuck with Will Ferrel, which is sad.
Because now you can't be Erin's long lost dad.
You took Phylis' mittens that weren't even done.
Now you took away the funny, and that aint' fun.
We'll miss you, Mr. Scott, from all these seasons.
When you gave my Thursday nights, some damn good reasons.
Now you leave like you came, with a huge f***ing bang.
The Fat Lady must have been shot, cause she ain't sang.