Hello Mr. Zebra. Can I have you sweater 'cause it's cold, cold, cold in my hole, hole, hole. Ratatouille Strychnine- sometimes she's a friend of mine, With her gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind.
Hello Mr. Zebra. Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Croc-o-dile-dile-dile. Furry mussels marching on, she thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm, Or a civilized syllabub, to blow your mind.
Figure it out. She, she's a goodtime fella. She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights. Figure it out. She, she's a goodtime fella. "Too bad the burial was premature," she said, and smiled.