Which reminds of that sweet chorus in the classic Springstein opus, Itchin' for some grillin' (If you know it, sing along)
Ya know I'm a retard 'fore I gets my lard;
Oooh no, I ain't mistaken, I gotta have my bacon;
Baby back off, I got dibs on those ribs;
Oh yes madame, I want yo' ham!
Boy, they don't call him The Foreman for nothing!
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Singing aloud at work, doesn't make you any friends in the arts ... I am having a problem.
But singing such sumptuous lyrics makes you friends with life. Artists can suck on my bum-hole.
You like that don't you...
This little piggy went to the market...
I know you do, so don't lie...
Who doesn't?
oh... did i post that? I was in the office... alone, right, alone...
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