She's got you shaking like a frenchman in a thunderstorm. Now kids, we're not here to attack each other. We're here to attack the baby. The last thing I remember a fryingpan bounced of my head. I wouldn't rub your feet if a genee popped out of them.
Kids take a good long look.
This is worth a thousand condom commercials. Kids, don't look back. We'll all be salt. I'm afraid I may not know what cool is anymore. Oh, look at the starving children.