The Things I Love

Flyin' fighters! Fighters! I love it so
I love to fly fast
I love to fly low
When I talk about 500 knots and 9 gs
All the women’s panties, they fall to their knees

Beer! Beer! I love it so
It makes me feel happy wherever I go
Ambers and ales and sometimes a light
Beer! Beer! I can drink it all night

Tits! Tits! Yes that's for me
I wish that every woman had three
One for my left hand, one for my right
I'd bury my face in the middle one all night

Women’s clothing! Women's clothing! --
(What the fuck?)
Umm...
(Dude, you know we're recording this?)
Oh! What? Yeah, I mean-- 'cause I would never say anything like that, I mean--
(Oh, OK. That's what I--)
I mean, but, but I mean if I did, well why you gotta judge me like that?
(Uhh, it's cool man, I just-- I dunno. I just wasn't expecting it, I mean... It's fine. Whatever. Whatever)
Hey, umm-- That’s not me
(OK, well, maybe we should do a line about, uhh-- you know, something for the ladies. ’Cause you-- I mean they, they might love tits, but probably not, you know, in the same way we do)
That's-- I mean, we don’t want to leave 'em out. I mean, I-- you know, we got a lotta, a lotta girl, you know, friend fighter pilots, whatever. Yeah, I don't--
(Yeah. Exactly)
But, what-- what the hell are we gonna say? I mean, "Dick, dick, I love it so?" I mean, that's...
(Yeah! Do it. You could do that)
I don’t know, man. I mean, well I mean, I guess. I don't... shit
(Yeah just give-- give it a shot.)
I mean, I guess it wouldn't be _me_ saying, like, "Dick, dick, I love it so"
(No no no, you're just-- you're just--)
I mean, they'd be-- I'd be singing it for everybody else, right?
(Exactly! Yeah, you're just-- you're just kinda the one performing it but it's not like you like dick. So just sing. Sing about it. Come on)
I-- Why don't you sing it?
(Uhh... Well I got a little tickle... in my-- in my throat, and uhh... a little cold. Plus you're a better-- dude, you're a way better singer than me so why don't you just--)
Dude, I've been singing all day. My voice is a little bit scra-- I don't know. You sing it
(Come on. Sing-- sing about cock. Come on)
I think you can sing it better-- fuck you! I'm not gonna sing it; you sing it!
(Do it. You do it.)
You do it!
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you! You sing it! I'm not gonna sing it!
(I quit.)

(Alright!)
And cut!