When the cows are a bit too frantic, when the blizzard is up, when the hills are golden and the grill is red, the urge for a steak is unbarable. So gals and guys, don't forget the lasso, it could serve.

This is a special night tonight, it is a special occasion that we must share together and this is why I would like to thank you all for coming.

You know how it is. The sun, the rain, the wind, they all make you feel like your head is bare naked. This is why I always have one at disposal. This is my hat respect it.

While you stay strong in the face of human insanity, you can't stay still and steady while your heart gets to figure out stupidity. You must scream, and this is it: beuarg.

Once every few days, you feel a bit sticky and unclean. There is a specific reason: your hairs are greasy. No matter how hard you treat yourself to keeping the sebum away, you hairs have no escape. Cheers, shampoo for all.

It's large, it's fat, it's huge, it's enormous but it's a short piece.

All over the place, no reason to hide because it's too late. There was an escape, but now it is too late. It's the static invasion.

Four o clock in sweden, it's winter, it is night, it's tea time. There is no choice, this is tea time while in the moonlight.

It's cold out there, it's very cold, but you know it, or must I say butt you know it, you have to have enough courage, just throw your but out, or must I say just throw your butt out.

Yo can go for a win, you can hope all your sin, you might dream or fantasize the moment, but be prepared, before sleepy woman, steep hill.