In the can-can can can.
They both have algorhythm.
In vitro, in Prancer, in Dancer, in Vixen.
Five six seven eight!
5,6,7,8.
One goes quick on her beautiful legs the other goes quack on her beautiful legs.
Could they not hire taller dancers
5,6,7,8
LET ME GO TINY DANCER
This isn't just a campaign, this is a political
Vladimir Lenin dab
Doesn't matter, they'll just screw it one rotation one way and one rotation the other way and call it equality.
Just one but every time he does he causes a blackout.
Because Prancer moved in with a hairdresser in Beverly Hills.
An Al Gore-rhythm
Because of an inconvenient tooth.
Poll tree!
Copernicus.
A frog. It croaks every night.
Molar bears!
They asked.
Asked the bartender. "From my husband," she replied. "But I thought he was out of town " he asked. "So did I!" she said.
Aloha Ackbar!
Pearl Harbor pizza.