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'Scuse me while I kiss this guy |
[Beefy] |
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And shake hands with his wife |
[Francine] |
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In Hollywood, that's life!
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[Beefy]
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We seem to have unleashed a hornet's nest |
[Francine] |
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So head for the hills, where their fathers know best |
[Helen Owly] |
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In Phoenix, that's the one true test
|
[Beefy]
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He's a wolf in cheap clothing |
[Francine] |
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And it's plain to see |
[Beefy] |
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He gets more dates than me
|
[Francine]
|
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Abscess makes the heart grow fondue |
[Kansas Sam] |
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So Martha Stewart opines |
[Francine] |
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If you read between the lines
|
[Beefy]
|
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Jam-making is a female preserve |
[Grayman] |
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And Mason jars are yin |
[Francine] |
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Is confiture a sin?
|
[Beefy]
|
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Arabs wear turbines on their heads |
[Francine] |
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That's why they have the power |
[Beefy] |
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To make infidels cower
|
[Francine]
|
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Put the peddle to the medal |
[Kansas Sam] |
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And carry a big stick |
[Francine] |
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As you cross the yard of brick
|
[Kansas Sam]
|
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A rolling stone gathers no moths |
[Francine] |
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For that you need a net |
[Beefy] |
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Or light bulb, better yet
|
[Francine]
|
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He is the pineapple of perfection |
[Beefy] |
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The ideal man, a fruit |
[Francine] |
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Dressed in a chocolate suit
|
[Beefy]
|
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Your clue was just a dead herring |
[Grayman] |
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Pickled in a jar |
[Francine] |
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As fish so often are
|
[Grayman]
|
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My kingdom for a hearse! |
[Kansas Sam] |
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A cisket, a casket! |
[Francine] |
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You need a favor? - ask it! |
[Kansas Sam] |