America gets weird and rummbly, but your country is a bit boring.

Well love came and went, they marched past with loud sounds, a wild show for an hour, and I dreamed again of the band rising up the mountain, and love was just a song then.

And from her soul, came all sorts of stuff, and I was hit by a bus.

Being a winner is best, because what else could you want?

Inside the house was a brain pulsating to music, and with perfectly combed hair.

Since nice guys are winning the end is nigh.

Hama's weapons on low, ice cubes melted, nothing to blow up. What will Hamas do?

Glowing with perfect innocence they stirred the giant pot of soup singing: A spoon full of soup will make you go down.