Oh, I wish I was in Dixie! Ole Ole! I wish I was in dixie.... Hi, this is little Littles, remember things are not always as they seem. Sometimes baloons will spell your doom, but a gory head stump can mean good luck..
Save me the slunk. Save me the slunk, Save me the slunk. Save me the slunk. They take the noggin, and they cook it down except for the laryngx, and they tear all the chunks away from the bone. They use a grab bag, they don't throw nothin' away. They use the jowls, and the sheiks, and the collar, and the eyeballs, and the tendons, and the sniffer, and the mouth meat, and all the flesh and boil it down to a big jelly of fat. It's really good. You like it?.