| Lyric | Song |
| See I'm wise enough to know when a gift needs givin' and I've got just the one | |
| Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves | |
| You're a vision in sweats with the neon pouch...half eatin squirrel hangin' outta your mouth | |
| Here's some wine coolers...Let's get you boys drinking | |
| You can call us Aaron Burr from the way we're dropping Hamiltons | |
| Bustin' five knots...wind whippin' at my coat | |
| Cash or Credit? | |
| Eat some chicken strips | |
| This is the second best idea that we've ever had | |
| Leave you screamin'...pay for my dry cleanin' | |
| | Lyric | Song |
| It's my biggest peeve | |
| Tiny Tim and it's almost Christmas | |
| This is not a case of man vs. machines | |
| Puff from de chalice I be make from a Sprite can | |
| From the heart of Napa Valley and the Guitar King comes a sparkling wine to make a blind man sing | |
| Okay he's a little shy, but his genius cannot hide | |
| I'm on {Title of Song} | |
| Strange air and vegetation...you're a winner! | |
| I also drink whiskey and smoke cigars...don't believe me? Smell our cars. | |
| Now everyone else, put your hands down! Oh, there he is, there he is! | |
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