The Paper Chase
America’s favorite old fart.
He’s so old he’s farting dust.
They earn it.
When E.F. Hutton talks, people listen.
Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.
Well, Prof. Harold Hill’s on hand; River City’s gonna have a boy’s band.
- But Main Street’s still all cracked and broken
- Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken
An offer you can’t refuse
Act now! Supplies are limited!
We have found some chairs. Operators are no longer standing by.
Sit down, John. Sit down, John. For God’s sake, John, sit down!
Walk right in. Sit right down. Baby let your hair hang down.
In fact, hair can be rare.
Fred Astaire got no hair,
Nor does a chair,
Nor nor a chocolate eclair,
And where is the hair on a pear?
Nowhere, mon frere!
Savoir Faire is everywhere!
Renaissance Faire
NERDS! Nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd!
Needle nardle noo !
Ying tong iddle i po!
Boop boop dittem dattem wattem chu (repeat 3x)
And they swam and they swam right over the dam.
-“BB”-