Smelly Moly-Come-Rag, Fine Pre-Weave

I put a picture on yesterday because I was getting questions from the public. The title of one of the emails was Smelly Moly-Come-Rag. So lots of people commented going, oh my gosh, terrible, terrible. And I've decided to write some of the lyrics. To Chitney. Do you want to hear it? Absolutely. Are you ready? Oh, should I do a posh voice? We'll do whatever. Well, like a farm trappy. Like, oh, you Yeah. You're probably stopping to on yourself. If you continue being hard on yourself, come to my fat, fanny hoof camp. Hoof camp.