Rattle my yolk control, baby. Give me a turbulent flow. Squeeze my needle valves, baby. Insert your directional valve.
Come on upstream through the orifice. Give me that viscous friction. The discharge coefficients are ready. Blow out your resin agent.
What's the matter, baby? What happened to the elongated pump? Do you need a pressure compensator? It looks like a reducing valve.
How about a little friction to reexhibit some rigidity. Let's renegotiate positions and dissipate some frigidity.
Song lyrics by Riz Everson (Christopher Terry Everson) - 1979
(P.S. - It was funny how the lead singer of our band used to try to sing the last line, "and dissipate some frigidity" and not make it sound like "anticipate some frigidity")