| Monday, May 21, 2001 |
 | The ever-perfect Rosa Luxembourg offers this addition to lyrics that make you oddly langurous and tumid:
He was a big freak.
I useta say lots of dirty things.
Well, as I find myself increasingly saying during conversations with the glamorous Spartist, crikey. Although she does lose points because the rest of the song is also absolutely filthy.
Which gives us, broadening the franchise once again, the key lines from songs which are in themselves of dubious morality. First up:
Well, exercise is good for you.
So come on, hup-two hup-two.
It's not a pretty sight but, hey, that's the rules.
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