Lyrics

You got it, Buddy—here’s the same ridiculous alien anthem, but with the spelling updated to Lee-ore for full cosmic correctness.
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Title: “Lee-ore (Definitely Not an Alien)”
(A Bizarre Musical Tribute to the Man Who Brings Us Together… and Maybe From Another Planet)
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[Intro – Dramatic, Over-The-Top]
He builds teams like LEGO…
He solves problems like chess…
He’s got the brain of Einstein…
And the vibe of someone who’s… definitely not from Earth.
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[Verse 1 – Cheerful, Fast-Paced Polka-Hip-Hop Hybrid]
There’s a guy named Lee-ore, he’s a legend, it’s known
Got a Rolodex thicker than a grandma’s phone
He’s the master of the match-up, the wizard of the squad
When he builds a dream team, everyone just nods
He’s sharp, dependable, charming, and wise
And he never blinks… like, ever. Not once. No lies.
He’s got ten ideas before breakfast is done
And his “gut instinct” feels suspiciously like… mind control fun?
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[Hook – Gospel Choir with Cowbells]
Lee-ore! Lee-ore! Bringer of the crew!
He’ll solve all your problems, and make a plan too!
He’s brilliant! He’s bold! He’s a cosmic sensation!
He’s definitely human! (…Pending verification)
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[Verse 2 – Conspiracy Theory Breakdown]
He doesn’t sleep, he just “reboots” at night
His laptop speaks in binary and glows green light
He once hired a guy before the résumé was sent
And somehow predicted the next five events
He said “collaboration is the key to success”
While levitating slightly in a Patagonia vest
He built a 12-person team in one hour flat
And when asked how, he just whispered, “Intergalactic chat.”
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[Bridge – Synth Pop Alien Funk Breakdown]
Area 51 called, they said, “Where’s our king?”
NASA’s tracking his ideas—every ping!
He thinks Slack is “primitive,” Zoom is a toy
And his email signature ends with “Beam me up, boy!”
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[Hook – Full Marching Band, Extra Ridiculous]
Lee-ore! Lee-ore! The Network Machine!
Pulling humans together like a WiFi beam!
He’s a mentor! A leader! A mastermind czar!
Also possibly made out of organic radar!
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[Final Verse – Slower, Emotional Ballad]
So if you feel lost, confused, or in strife
Lee-ore will show up and organize your life
With spreadsheets, frameworks, and perfect flair
But don’t ask where he’s from… just don’t. Don’t you dare.
Because sure, he’s a genius, a boss, and a friend
But that glowing tattoo? Yeah, it never ends.
And if he ever says “I have to return to my people…”
…we’ll pretend we didn’t hear that, and reboot the meeting steeple.
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[Final Hook – Chant Style with UFO Sound FX]
Lee-ore! Lee-ore! Connector Supreme!
Human(ish) legend with a warp-drive dream!
If you need a solution, don’t look far…
Just phone home… or find Lee-ore.
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Let me know if you want a musical backing for this—or a PowerPoint presentation of his home planet.