Just sittin’ here waitin’ to be stimulated.
All the newsies are talkin’ ‘bout how it’s s’posed to come early.
I figger with my 42 children, glass eye and peg leg, I should be stimulated to the tune of one million dollars.
Ever’body wants my stimulation, too. They keep on sendin’ me e-mails ’bout how I should spread it ’round. Big ol’ TVs and Canadian pharmaceuticals and what-not.
I figger it’ll feel so good, I’ll just roll around on it for a while.