My application's been rejected out of hand 'cause they suspected that it wasn't filled in honestly
well
****** me,
I answered all as best I could
I didn't lie or if I did I hope they won't find out, (touch wood and spit)

They've decided not to let me in, that little clique who know no sin, the little *******, I ought to punch them on their chin or chins or 'chinny chin chins'

But I like pork and I could talk about it all day long, boiled and grilled,
pulled or fried I've tried them all and all the little pigs can do is bawl,
you can't come in
you can't come in,
ha
chin chin's no chinaman you're going in the frying pan.

If I puff a puffle more that tenny weeny matchstick door is firewood
yes
yes
I am that good.

anyone for chops?