Fella, yo' eatin' enough meat? ah's gonna tale yo' about
Meathenge. Thays got this hyar hillbilly fella named of a
Mr. Biggles. See, thet fella likes t'burn meats up on
whutevah grill yo' an' me an' he kin git fired up. It's real
fine now. Especially, he liken them pigs. An' nobody kin
stop him! Fry mah hide!
Then, yo' better lissen up t'ROY. Jest ax Roy. Thet fella's
belly is like a siamese twin, as enny fool kin plainly see.
He takes it out an' shakes it, an' it ripples an' jiggles
an' cries out. He also knows all th' bess singers!!!
Ev'rybody got a Plymoth Road Runner an a BIGGEN block
Crysler. An' tha hole tang equal t'seven o' eight
cases of Budweizzu a day.
