Wilbur in the hall, got that future-boy grin
Shoes on the floor and he’s already gone again
Pocket full of weird and a plan in his head
One eye on the prank and one eye on the red thread
He rolls with the chaos, never too clean
Laughing at trouble like it’s all a dream
Bent little gadgets, big-heart flex
He says, “Hold up, watch this” and you know what’s next
Everybody turns when he walks in
Like the whole room shifts with the spark he brings
Trouble looks cute when it’s wearing his name
And I can’t look away
Wilbur Robinson, Wilbur Robinson
Run the whole room when you walk in
Wilbur Robinson, Wilbur Robinson
Wild little genius, set it all in motion
Now I’m on the track with a quick little boast
Got that fast-talking switch and I’m giving him toast
He’s got the nerve, got the curve, got the grin
Like a last-second stunt and the crowd leans in
He don’t just show up, he changes the plot
Makes a mess look cool, makes a problem hot
If you blink once, you’ll miss the joke
Then he’s gone through the door with a “let’s go”
Yo, Wilbur, you the kid with the spark in the sleeve
Sneaker-swipe swagger, make the whole place lean
Talk that slick, then you vanish in a flash
Got that mischief in the smile and the drive in the dash
No fake act, you the real rare kind
Big dream brain with a jumpy-tune mind
If the world get heavy, you make it swing
One name, one shout, and the whole place sing
And when it gets quiet, you’re still the same
A little bit wild, but you play the game
Yeah, I see the courage in the way you move
Like every strange old thing got a groove
Wilbur Robinson, Wilbur Robinson
Run the whole room when you walk in
Wilbur Robinson, Wilbur Robinson
Wild little genius, set it all in motion
