My nose runs, my feet smell.
Obviously, Mr. Frankenstein, you were built upside down. (I should know)
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Busy as a one-legged man in an ass-kickin' contest
Sweatin' like a pedophile at a bouncy castle
(sorry)
I thought you was headed fer the local, McT . . .
Watching as the pretty panties run . . .
Only her hair dresser knows fer sure
