Working all day on researching spells
Helping ponies out as the Mare-Do-Well
I'm wearing grooves into the floor- it says so on my latest graph
But when [bad word] around
She always helps to make me laugh

There's Pinkie
Thinkin' inside the chimney
Singin' silly songs
and makin' her friends smile
Sometimes we swear, it's so hard to bear it
But with her we make it through and we do it in style
But with her we make it through and we do it in style

Hours on the farm buckin' apples down
Got three carts chained together just to haul 'em around
I'd never say I mind doin' my fair share
But when she helps me relax- well, I'm sure glad she's there

There's Pinkie
Thinkin' inside the chimney
Singin' silly songs
and makin' her friends smile
Sometimes we swear, it's so hard to bear it
But with her we make it through and we do it in style
But with her we make it through and we do it in style

She's like my coolest friend
Why do we always spend
Our time apart- her on the ground, me in the sky?
Why must I spend my time
Filling up my mind
With weather orders and forgetting pranks that we should try?
(forgetting pranks that we should try)

Working all day on a new design
Now it's almost done; it will look divine
I've [bad word] back and forth all day; I know my hair's a mess
But when it's time to celebrate I'm sure to look my best

There's Pinkie
Thinkin' inside the chimney
Singin' silly songs
and makin' her friends smile
Sometimes we swear, it's so hard to bear it
But with her we make it through and we do it in style
But with her we make it through and we do it in style
But with her we make it through and we do it in style