Bye, bye, oh my, to freaks like fry br I may be gone tomorrow, br I hear the great communal sigh br which signifies such sorrow, br but I don't like br those filthy swine br who snort around the streets br I will retreat, drink good red wine br sleep in on silken sheets br who needs the shit that Berrie poops br or that of Bobschen Bligh br they may succumb in their own soups br but I do say Good-Bye.