Rub it rub it rub it.
The frog's probably on its way to a gig.
Because every time they get to 69, Miss Piggy gets a frog in her throat.
Chimney Cricket!
Because he kept on rubbing the wrong lamp.
I said, "I had to wash my hands so I took it off and placed it on my lover--I mean your mother's kitchen counter."
In Fort Launderdale.
She said "ugh nothing!"
