Trolls:
What’s the issue, dear?
Why are you holding back from such a man?
Is it the clumpy way he walks?
Or the grumpy way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet?
And though we know he washes well, he
Always ends up sort of smelly
But you’ll never meet a fellow
Who’s as sensitive and sweet!
So he’s a bit of a fixer upper
So he’s got a few flaws
Like his peculiar brain, dear
This thing with the reindeer
That’s a little outside of nature’s laws!
So he’s a bit of a fixer upper
But this we’re certain of
You can fix this fixer upper up
With a little bit of love!
Kristoff:
Can we please just stop talking about this?
We’ve got a real, actual problem here
Trolls:
I’ll say!
So tell me, dear--
Is it the way that he runs scared?
Or that he’s socially impaired?
Or that he only likes to tinkle in the woods? What?
Are you holding back your fondness
Due to his unmanly blondness?
Or the way he covers up that he’s the honest goods?
He’s just a bit of a fixer upper
He’s got a couple of bugs
His isolation is confirmation
Of his desperation for healing hugs
So he’s a bit of a fixer upper
But we know what to do
The way to fix up this fixer upper
Is to fix him up with you!
Kristoff:
Enough! She is engaged to someone else, okay?!
Trolls:
So she’s a bit of a fixer upper
That’s a minor thing
Her quote 'engagement' is a flex arrangement
And by the way I don’t see no ring!
So she’s a bit of a fixer upper
Her brain’s a bit betwixt
Get the fiancé out of the way
And the whole thing will be fixed
We’re not saying you can change him
'Cause people don’t really change
We’re only saying that love’s a force
That’s powerful and strange
People make bad choices if they’re mad or scared or stressed
But throw a little love their way
And you’ll bring out their best
True love brings out the best
Everyone’s a bit of a fixer upper
That’s what it’s all about!
Father! Sister! Brother!
We need each other
To raise us up and round us out
Everyone’s a bit of a fixer upper
But when push comes to shove
Olaf:
The only fixer upper fixer
That can fix a fixer upper is
Trolls:
True, true, true, true, true,
Love, true love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, true love,
True...
Do you, Anna, take Kristoff to be your troll-fully wedded--
Anna:
Wait, what?
Trolls:
You’re getting married.
...Love!