Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man?
Tinky-Winky
The fucking kids
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Laa-Laa
Come sit on the lap of I-C-E
And let me tell you a story or two
About a punk-ass n***a I knew
Named Tinky-Winky (Tinky-Winky)
Dipsy (Dipsy)
Laa-Laa (Laa-Laa)
Po (Po)
C is—
Okay, you'd better listen to me good 'cause this is the A-B-C's of anarchism
C is—
C is—
C is—
C is—
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me (Conclusion?)
Guess what?
What?
Guess what?
What?
Anarchism
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me (Conclusion?)
Anarchism (What?)
Anarchism (What?)
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me (Conclusion? Nah)
Guess what?
What?
Copyright infringement in the kitchen
Copyright infringement by the new refrigerator
Copyright infringеment right over by my club soda bottle (Anarchism)
So tеll me what you want, what you really, really want
I'll tell you what I want
Copyright infringement inside the club soda bottle
Back out again
I'm back, what else?
Guess what?
What?
I'm recording now, I'm going to set the phone down and just start doing it
Doing it, doing it, doing it
Can you hear me now?
Yes, sir
Okay, now, so when you, in order that I can play this back, I have to pick up the phone because the cassette deck is the amplifier that I'm sending the phone on, so, bear with me
Hey-ho
So, um, when you're recording, you can't hear me? (Conclusion?)
I'm recording now, it's when I transition from recording to play that I have to pick up the mic
Wrong, wrong, dog gone it
Alright, I'm just going to be recording now
Conclusion?
I don't think so, very much (Wrong)
Damn, I hear the roto-tiller
Right, I'm hearing the roto-tiller live (Wrong)
That's my roto-tiller
Do you hear it on the phone?
No
It's kind of a humming sound
Don't get up, don't open the window
Don't get up, don't open the window
Don't get up, don't open the window (Wrong)
Get up, don't open the window
Don't get up
Don't get up
Don't get up
Don't get up (Wrong)
Don't get up, don't open the window, don't do anything
I don't want— (Would they prefer anarchy?)
I don't want you to open the window
Oh my God
It's not, it's not the roto-tiller, it's—
They're glaring at me
It's not the roto-tiller—
They want me dead (Got it?)
It's a blower
It's, it's an electric blower
Alright, now it comes out (Wrong)
Can I do it now?
Can I do it now?
Alright
Would they prefer anarchy?
Conclusion?
Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C
I'm over by the microwave oven now