Forty-five minutes

forty-five cents

sixty-five agents sitting on a fence

singing, heh brother

look what we got for you

we're gonna rope off an area

and put on a show

from the Canadian border

down to Mexico

it might be the most

potentially gross

thing that we could possibly do

yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance

make them pubescents all wet their pants

we'll record it live

and that's no jive.

Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No! No!

Bang! went the pistol.

Crash! went the window.

Ouch! went the son of a gun.

Onomatopoeia

I don't wanna see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue.