Botulism On The Hoof Songtext / Lyric

Howard: oh, that's really great! botulism on the hoof!

dick: don't even look at it, howard, you're over the deadline

jeff: the new fascist ensemble says that you can't have anything to eat, man, 'cause you're over the deadline

howard: what's that mean?

dick: i told you to be down here at noon, man, you're five minutes late, so you can't order, listen, listen . . .

howard: you . . . told [...], man

dick: these guys ordered like ten minutes ago

howard: it's like having ronald reagan for a road manager . . . what can you make me in two minutes?

dick: the deal is that, uh . . .

howard: . . . besides sick!

dick: if you help me, uh, . . . for the airport, man, you be able to woof down some kind of scarf out there

howard: what do you mean, "woof down some kind of scarf out there"?

dick: then you can stick your fingers in your nose

howard: i'm hungry, man

dick: eat a payday candy bar

howard: listen, how about a little dry cereal? how 'bout an orange juice

dick: never happened, man

jeff: hey, get it on tape, that barber is a doofus, man