What are you going to do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk? [3574A]
[written in answer space: ima get get get get get you drunk]
Thanks for your assistance, Scribbler. But don’t forget work; She’s gonna make make make you work. OK, I was going to launch into a vituperation on the sad state of musical lyrics today, when these lyrics from Led Zeppelin’s The Lemon Song popped into my head:
Squeeze me, babe, ’till the juice runs down my leg
The way you squeeze my lemon
I’m gonna fall right outta bedFollowed by the incredibly enlightened chorus:
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Juice, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Hey, babe, babe, babe, babe, oh, noWell, you get the picture.