Got a pocket full of funky with a peppermint twist
She’s a cool, shifty mama blastin’ off on the flip
iridescent pork belly galactic super train
mama sister playground with a straw daddy cane
(Uh-Huh)

Gotta get it up
(Hey)
Gotta get it on
(Ah)
Gotta get it down
(Hey)
Gotta make it strong

Got that quick dip crayon earthquake jet pack on a bun
Locomotive supernova Spanish Harlem sun (yeah)
Slick crawfish solar blast with a phosphorescent brain
Who’s that mama squat town? Deep fried Detroit soda train


Gotta shake it up
Gotta move it in
Gotta put it down
Gotta make it swim

Nebulatic comets sanitation disease
quick play tornado rip and tickle beef sneeze
Ships planets justice cannons, cables and trees
Doctor’s office penguin shillings, railroads and peas
I said crippled donkey mel brooks book train bats on my knees

penicillin trapdoor laser currency beans

He say penicillin trapdoor laser currency beans

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And he's running home to mama... *eia dumbasses

My preferred technique is to disarm an assailant with charm and flattery.

Step 1: My, that's a handsome neck tattoo.
Step 2: Beautiful evening for an armed robbery
Step 3: Let me get you my wallet
Step 4: I always tell my wife how you meet the most interesting people in dark alleys and you sir, do not disappoint.
Step 5: Well, I've really enjoyed meeting you. Give my best to your baby's mama and...watch out for the limit on that American Express card. I'll be on my way.

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Papa, where are you?

Tell me where he came from
Then I'll know where to go
Mama always says when we look really hard
We'll find what we've lost

She says he is never very far away
He often heads off to work
Mama says working is much
Better than being in bad company
Not true?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

(alluding to hide-and-seek game)

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Even, whether we believe it or not
There'll be a day we'll believe it no more
One day or another, we'll all be the Papa
And from one day to another, we'll also have vanished.

Will we be hated?
Will we be loved?
Forefathers or geniuses
Tell us...who gives birth
To irresponsible men?!

Come on, tell us who does?
Everyone knows
How babies are made
But no one knows
How fathers are made
Mister Know-it-All,
It's in our blood, that's it.

Should I suck this out of my thumb or what?
Tell me where I can find the answer.
It must be at least a thousand times that
I've sucked my fingers dry.
Hey!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Yeah... it's like when Dumbo's mom is locked up for defending him and she's trying to hug him through the cage with her sad elephant trunk.

It's not funny and that tiger is like, "I brought you food, mama."

I was two, I didn't recognize anything back then 'cept mama.

Since the mama wasn't arrested for abandonment/abuse and the chicks made wards of the state, I prefer to think of it as a "duck" video.

When I imagine the conceptual aspect of religious experience it comes forth from the brain as something, anything, along these lines. When you want your brother/sister/mama/papa, intent thought your abstract feeling; unknowing and knowing and now you know. You're there with your brother and we're all from the same mother; zygotes to human hive, tricked into individualism maya don't lie.

Yo mama so old and so huge, all we can see of her now is the cosmic background radiation.

Insert "Yo mama so huge ..." joke here.

#51 - Mama Cass did not choke to death on a ham sandwich
#52 - Jayne Mansfield wasn't decapitated in that car accident
#53 - Lupe Velez didn't drown in a toilet
#54 - people in Spain don't speak with a "lisp" because a former king did and therefore everyone had to
#55 - anyone?

That's not what you're mama told me.

Oh, snap!

My guess as to why the driver lost control is that it was raining lightly. When it starts to rain, small amount of water mixes with the oil that is on pretty much every road and creates a slippery mixture. I'm sure many of you have been told when it starts to rain, expect a longer stopping distance then when the road is completely soaked.

Take that and add the fact that the amount of torque on the rear wheels of a 458 and that Ferrari's come with tires more akin to commercial racing tires than all season radials, and mama mia, you are going to have one expensive crasha!