Enter Barry Manilow: "I write the songs that make the whole world cringe. I write the songs that make bulimics binge. Recovered drug addicts go back to the syringe. I write the songs, I write the songs."
Enter Karen Carpenter: "I was looking at myself and feeling fat. My jeans don't seem to fit. I take Ex Lax to make me shit. Walking around, a bulimic clown. I eat my food but never keep it down."
"Oh, what I was they used to call obese. My friends all say grow up. I'd say, why not just throw up? I was fat, but now I'm thin! I'm a living skeleton! Why take qualudes when you've got Dexitrin..."
(Big finish:). "Walking around, a bulimic clown, rainy days and Mondays always get me dowwwwwwwwwn!"
"Oh, what I was they used to call obese. My friends all say grow up. I'd say, why not just throw up? I was fat, but now I'm thin! I'm a living skeleton! Why take qualudes when you've got Dexitrin..."
(Big finish:). "Walking around, a bulimic clown, rainy days and Mondays always get me dowwwwwwwwwn!"
Enter Carley Simon: "You walked innnnn to the night club...like you were walking onto a yacht. Your hair strategically spritzed into a coif...the color: L'oreal Apricot."
"You had one eye in the mirror as you vogued a strange govat. And, all the boys, dreamed that they'd be your partner...they'd be your partner, cuz -
"You'rrrrrrrre so gay. You probably think this song is a dance mix."
"You're so gay!"
(So gay!)
"I'll bet you think this song is a dance mix, don't you?"
"Don't you?"
"Dont you?"
"You had one eye in the mirror as you vogued a strange govat. And, all the boys, dreamed that they'd be your partner...they'd be your partner, cuz -
"You'rrrrrrrre so gay. You probably think this song is a dance mix."
"You're so gay!"
(So gay!)
"I'll bet you think this song is a dance mix, don't you?"
"Don't you?"
"Dont you?"