[Crab-Grass Baby:] Stroke me pompadour, pompaduooor, pompaduooor, pompaduooor. Stroke me pompadour, father. Stroke it nicely while I tell you about the problems I am having with my car an my girlfriend. Ooo-wo-woo, the white man’s burden!
Her and her girlfriend used to go out and booze it up and tear up the upholstery; rip the seats completely out, and so I got a fifty-six Olds. About the time I got it running decently, she got in it and wrecked the trans… tore it completely up, so I had to get another Oldsmobile (either that or go to Tijuana or go to BROWN MOSES way down in Egypt-Land). It’s so hard on a child when his car is fucked up. Buy me a Volvo, faaather.
[Harry-As-A-Boy:] Isn’t it terrific, artificial RHONDA!
[Crab-Grass Baby:] One-Adam-Twelve… see the enormous white pompadour! Ha-Ha-ha-ho! That’s a good one! Hoo-hoo-hoo.
[Harry-As-A-Boy:] He’s so young, and yet, SO WISE!
[Crab-Grass Baby:] I pooped my pants, pooped my pants, pooped my pants! I went doody, faaather, sob-sob-sob-sob-sob.
[Harry-As-A-Boy:] His vocabulary is astonishing!
[Crab-Grass Baby:] So what if you suck a little cock every once in a while?
[Harry-As-A-Boy:] Ohhh… I’m so lucky to have a son like this…
[Crab-Grass Baby:] Barf me out… gag me with a Volvo!
[Harry-As-A-Boy:] I can’t wait to show him to all the fellas down at the MINE-SHAFT!
[Crab-Grass Baby:] Take me to the movies. Buy me a balloon. Stroke me pompadour!
[Harry-As-A-Boy:] Look! Look! Look at the pecker on him, wouldja! Goodjy-goodjy-goodjy-goo! Hoo hoo hoo!
[Thing-Fish:] Dis boy have a ‘PROVLEM’! However, how ’bout a nice round of applause fo de three ‘WISE MAMMIES’, comin’ atcha outa chute numba five!