I pity anyone visiting us with A language besides English; Who tries to understand the words We like to use with relish. We seem to say so many words Just to keep our lips busy. It occurs to me the so much of it Has never graced a dictionary.
Upscaling, downsizing Offloading the whole magilla The whole nine yards, bottom liine The big honcho, the whole enchilada I was completely plussed and then I had my self a hissy fit I didn't know I had a flabber, 'Til someone went and gasted it.
Hanging out, kicking back Into myself and whatever ***** it, man. I am like, wow. And y'know, yodda yodda yodda. Some mean kinda fudpucker Betcher bippees, yabba dabba doo. Mazoomas and headlights, Totally hyped megabitch, too.
Talkin' about 'sup bro Stufflike windas and winders. Jammin and gittin widdit And sumpinbout pillas and pillers. So, I goes and he goes, And I'm all jazzed and by golly. It really rocks, rad to the max Get down to some serious party.
Sixes an sevens, p's and q's What's your point? Get real! It's pretty much a ****** So, what's the big deal? Too much, I mean it's tough, And stuff, and really far out, man. Twenty three skiddo old bean. Just a flash in the pan. It *****. It blows, It bites, big time A wicked righteous mindfuck. Get jiggy with it. Kiss my crank; Slob my ****, Lord Love-a-duck.