That lyric will occasionally come to mind when I’m dealing with a particular breed of Templeton. Damn. You know when someone’s all up in your business, eating all your table scraps like Templeton?
Don’t be a Templeton. That needs to be all of y'alls life resolution. Do not pull some Templeton shit because you’re just eating trash and everyone can smell your trash breath.
A lot of people are going to help you out in life, and you’ve got to recognize them. You can say thank you in person or send an Edible Arrangement or whatever your version of being thankful is, but don’t forget that for at least a hot minute you weren’t anything but a Templeton.
I’ll straight up cut a person out of my life forever over this. Recognize a bitch. Recognize The Queen!