Kids, why didn't you tell me it was your mother's birthday? I wouldn't have come home
Probably God, personally delivering a plague
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
You know I never danced unless it was gonna get some sex for me