Malchicks will be Malchicks My gloopy droogs rabbit at a bolshy pop disc store. Every day they fill their carmans with plenty of crasted pretty polly and vonny cancers, smecking all the time. The baddiwadest droog has a horrorshow goloss, always warbling for the sharps each and every nochy. It all ended, though, when the millicents skvatted him down by the biblio. They tolchocked him in his gulliver, and now he’s their plenny. You can viddy all this in the latest gazetta.
Boys will be boys My stupid friends work at a big record store. Every day they fill their pockets with plenty of stolen money and smelly cigarettes, laughing all the time. The worst friend has a good voice, always singing for the women each and every night. It all ended, though, when the police grabbed him down by the library. They hit him in his head, and now he’s their prisoner. You can see all this in the latest newspaper.