I think I'll skip to track 2 now.
He answered, well i went to the camo store and this was the only thing that stood out.
We’d have a pink car-nation!
Chewing gum !
Frankly, it's not her bismuth.
Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead aaaaaant....
It’s a bit of a running joke in the family
No, pigs do that!
Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant.
A small pink triangle
It's an infantile problem
are they called, "Placebo Flamingos"?
I think I’ll call it the dark side of the spoon.
Dead hun...dead hun...dead hun, dead hun, dead hun, dead hun, dead huuuuunnnn
The phone went 'green! green!', so I pinked it up and said, "Yellow?"
I said "No. Just pink elephants."
Dead-ant, dead-ant, dead-ant, dead-ant, dead-aaaannnnt
I'm comin' up so you better get this pad-thai started.
It was bignomeial.
Courtesy of my dad.
Dead ant, dead ant. Deadant deadant deadant, dead ant, DEAD AAAANT. Deadant.
Dad da dad ,dadad dadad dadad dadad dadaaaaad,da dada da dad.
Ten amps. Ten amps. Ten amps, ten amps, ten amps, ten amps, ten aaammmps.
Denim, Denim, Denim Denim Denim
I told her I can't tell the difference between Laurie, Grant, and Jackman either.
To do To do To do To do To do To to to to dooooooo
but it's beaten me, I've hit a wall
Three guys walk into a pink hotel, they go threw a pink door, it's the pink reception desk and sign into the pink book. The lady dressed in pink walks them up the pink stairs, down a pink hall then gives them the pink keys to their pink rooms. They all walk into their pink room, put their suitcases down on the pink carpet, then place their clothes in a pink cupboard. They have a bath in their pink shower and dry themselves with the pink towels. They finally go to sleep in the pink beds. They wake in the morning and go downstairs to have breakfast. They have their pink bowls, pink cups and pink cutlery. When they are asked what they want for breakfast one man says he will have weatbix and the other two say they want cornflakes. Once they are finished their food, they pack their suitcases up and leave the pink hotel. The moral of this story is that two out of three people prefer cornflakes...
Me: of course it is, it just came out of the closet.
Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant. Dead aaaaaaaaaaaant.
Dead end, dead end, dead end dead end dead end dead end dead eeeeeend.