Is the Scatte Me of Your Craters Goes South?

Station management is not happy about this ad being disrupted, so you better get out of the booth. Deb, draft an apology to the sponsor. Salmon Burger? Stop destroying my studio. Listeners, go now to the weather. I'll go off. If you're not your head, you tell Is the scatte me Of your crannies gone south Don't you shit just walk all tight I will be deadDon't be just queer You don't do brains like they will follow me. Your burning bridges are sure enough to be with body It's a hard to spot all meals But Sculptions says that you're tight Yes, you'll be inspired.