Cricket: What do I do? My mouth has never felt so dry Yet, why can't I look myself in the eye? Give up my barefoot country soul, Or abandon my sweet icy goal? What do I do? Tilly: I should be by my brother's side And yet, I cannot be there with him Protestors: Ooh, what will the boy decide? Clark: When will the boy give up his pride? Protestors: Can't you see he is so thirsty? Clark: Just fill it up or go outside! Bill: I've been driving 'round all day Gramma: I just wanna leave this truck...