BK: Are you going to tell me that concept for this telephone video or what?
Lady Mama: Well... First of all this song is not as good as Bad Romance. And, it's not even close to Poker Face or Just Dance, So I will distract them by getting half naked, And, throw everything at them, But, the kitchen sink sink, the kitchen sink sink, what do you think think... I will prove that I don't have a penis, wink wink, First I'll get stripped naked by some burly prison guards, Then make out with a she-male in the prison yard yard,
BK: This video seems goofy you should just do it alone, Besides I'm getting sick of all these songs about phones,
Lady Mama: Bail me out of jail then we pause for some bad dialoge, We poison everyone including a cute dog, Then we start to dance, And there's dead people everywhere, As usual I have a lot of crazy crap in my hair, Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Product Placement, We hide the de-dead bodies in the Ba-ba-basement, Blood and Guts and Boobs and Butts, And, I just wanna make your head explode, Beep-beep-beep Beep-beep Beep-beep-beep That was Lady Gaga in morose code,
BK: If you think I'm doing this, Then you're a crazy bastard, You must of blown a gasket, Are you tripping on acid, As a child were you abused by some big crazy bastard, And, did he ever make you place the lotion in the basket, I just wanna do a simple shoot with dancing, You used to be a diva, Now, your Marilyn Manson,
Lady Mama: Your gonna do my video, And, do it my way, I'd hate for something bad to happen to your family,
BK: My family-y?
Lady Mama: That's right Beyonce', A piano might accidently fall on Jay-Z,
BK: Somebody help me cause I don't want to sing anymore, She's got a gun to my head on the dance floor,
Lady Mama: Rub a dub-dub three nuns in a tub, And, they're doing it with a garden gnome,
BK: Please don't beat me up, But I have to ask what, Does it have to do with a telephone? You're crazy Bitch! Ahhhhhhhhhh!