Seven one to change and the other six to sing about how good the old one was.
Ticket closed: Forwarded to facilities.
Two, two, two
Two: One to hold it one to hammer it in.
Just one. They hold it in place while the world revolves around them.
Because seven times seven was odd
Take the s off.
He's never comfortable in his own scales.
Them: I think it's Lit Me: I mean I like the song but I wouldn't call it lit...
His old one wouldn't let him swab her poop deck.
Three. One to change it while the other two argue about how old the old one is.
