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 | Yeah, hold on a second, Mom, an officer of the law is giving me his phone number or something. | |
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| I'm writing you a ticket, buddy. | |
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| Mom, he says he's writing me a ticket. Oh, okay, hold on, I'll ask. Mom wants to know if it's for a Broadway show. If so, can you make it the Lion King? First-row-front woud be good. | |
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| You're going to jail, buddy. | |
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| Yeah, Mom, he says I'm going to jail. Oh, okay, hold on. Mom says if that's the case, I should keep my butt stowed away. | |
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| Mom's got it right. You see, in jail, that kind of butt will put a lotta guys in an up-right-and-locked position. Let's go , buddy. | |
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