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What shred of dignity We have left

For "hi, sailor"?

Or that I can't bend over.

So i came over here To do it now.

Gentlemen of cheers.

And then they rammed 'em Down our throats.

W-what tragedy? What tragedy?

All right, we're number 1!

I'm afraid of heights, And someone has very cold hands.

You see, All those other sports

What of art and philosophy?

Listen, we were over Having a celebration

Oh, who's taking care Of the bar, here?

Is that what it was?

Hey, uh, diane, You're bowling?

* Our troubles Are all the same *

Thank you very much For helping me beat gary.

The high-tech, shatterproof Reflective lenses

Yeah, cliff, the less Of your face showing, The better.

What are you doing here?

The sturdy, Reinforced frames,

I could read between frames,

Once i maimed a man In a bowling accident.

What are you talking about?

Quiet, you guys.

* Taking a break From all your worries *

And hits old sully Right between the eyes,

All right, well, I'm gonna go fire woody up.

You only came here To rub our noses in it.

"Something's missing."

Wasn't as happy as it Usually is when we beat you.