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peggy sue
Tom: I want you all to say "Fuck" with me. 1, 2, 3...
Crowd: Fuck with me
Mark: Fuck with me? Why?
Tom: Well, not really. You don't say the 'with me' part. Just the 'fuck' part. Okay, let's try that one more time.
Mark: He just wants you to say "Fuck", but he wants you to say it with him.
Tom: With me.
Mark: Okay, go ahead try again Tom.
Tom: Do I count to three and then say it? How do we do this?
Mark: It goes, "One, two, three - Fuck".
Tom: Okay.
Mark: Okay, cool.
Tom: One, two, three...
Tom and Crowd: Fuck! Alright, now that's a little better.
Mark: Here we go, song's called 'Peggy Sue' and it goes like this:

I know what it's like to be alone sitting in your room
Listening to all those doubts that your parents have to say to you

And as your head gets all cluttered inside
Try to stay awake
Everything they say are lies
That's all the shit that you ever have to take

So hold in all your aggresions
Because your grinding your teeth on down to
The bottom of your chin

It's not easy or so damn pleasing
To not laugh at everything they say that
They tell you what to be you're not alone

I know what it's like to be denied at everything you do
It's not the same reason why that
Makes you change the things that you once knew

As your head gets all cluttered inside
Give more than you take
Everything they say are lies
That's all the shit that you ever have to take

So hold in all your aggresions
Because your grinding your teeth on down to
The bottom of your chin

It's not easy or so damn pleasing
To not laugh at everything they say that
They tell you what to be you're not alone

Say you want to take off your shoes
To walk barefoot down the street
Just to be the things that you can be
Just live for one more week. Go!

You say you want to take off your shoes just to
Walk barefoot down the street
Just to be the things that you can be
Just live for one more week

So hold in all your aggresions
Because your grinding your teeth on down to
The bottom of your chin

It's not easy or so damn pleasing
To not laugh at every word they say as
They tell you what to be you're not alone.

Tom: I choose to blame my parents for giving me a small bent weiner and an ugly face. Hey, do your guy's... you know what I noticed, Mark?
Mark: Yes I do.
Tom: What, you know what I noticed?
Mark: Yes.
Tom: I noticed that, throughout the many years of me playing with my own weiner, it bends to the wrong side. I think I pulled it too far to the something... the right. Do you guys care? There's something seriously wrong with my dick kids and I need you're, uh, sympathy.