Some one’s in the kitchen with Dina Some ones in the kitchen, gotta go Some one’s in the kitchen with Dina And that someone is a Ho Tickle tickle little star How thy wonders who you are Up above the clouds so high I just wish that you would die Sacrifice all your gases and Hope that your ass collapses Ring around the roses Striking out your poses Ashes to Ashes Just fall to Dust Little Miss Muffet sat on a puppet Eating her birds and brains Along came a spider and shat in her cider Now the little bugger has no legs Jack be nimble Jack might be quick But he just synched his Ball sack with that candle stick One Two buy some shoes Three Four slam my Door Five Six check out chicks Seven Eight stay up late Nine Ten let the fun begin