Going after that bike you always wanted, I see. 
Fried Green Tomatoes. That’s what’s on my mind.
Yeah, so I said “Just hop along the Egg-trail.”
“Got Pie?”
I was riding my bike home from work this afternoon, and I was pulled over by a cop.
“Sir, you’re under arrest.”
“What’s the charge?”
“Pedalling ass.”
You can get used to anything but a rock in your shoe.
Ballroom blitz!