| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
| 'There is no one compares with you' | |
| 'We can dance in our minds, we can do the tutti-frutti' | |
| 'If I was a sculptor...but then again, no' | |
| 'Ding ding donga dong dong ding dong dingy dingy son of a gun' | |
| 'Shawty was hot like a toaster' | |
| 'Fill up my cup, mazel tov/Look at her dancing, just take it off' | |
| ''Wish it was Sunday/'Cuz that's my fun day/My I-don't-have-to-run day' | |
| 'When I met you I said my name was Rich/You look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch' | |
| 'Everybody rapping like it's a commercial, acting like life is a big commercial' | |
| 'Sometimes I never leave but sometimes I would/Sometimes I stay too long, sometimes I would' | |
| 'Then we ran down to HoJo's for hamburgers to go' | |
| 'And the sun is red like a pumpkin head' | |
| 'A love hot fevered like a striped pair of pants' | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist |
| 'Now you parlez-vous francais' | |
| 'Children of God and their joy-strings, international women with no body hair' | |
| 'And what the hell is on Joey’s head?' | |
| 'Immigrants and f**gots, they make no sense to me/They come to our country and think they'll do what they please' | |
| 'Young, black and famous/With money hangin' out the anus' | |
| 'It's the sight that I fear most/I'd rather have a piece of toast' | |
| 'I pack a chainsaw/I'll skin your a** raw' | |
| 'A little package and off we go/Oh ticky ticky tackita tic tac toe/I know everybody's eskimo' | |
| 'Desmond says to Molly, 'Girl, I like your face'' | |
| 'My c*** is much bigger than yours, my c*** can walk right through the door' | |
| 'But now I'm humble and I can only think/About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp' | |
| 'Lucky that my breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains' | |
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