You're hootin' at the wrong owl, you nursery-rhymin' can o' beans. Keep it in your hat, you ol' dribble-mouthed milk lickers. You're all strawberry and no preserves, ya foghorn-blowin' trolley jumpers. You just hitched your dinghy to the wrong river boat, ya chitlin-spittin' boll weevils. You woke the rooster this time, ya lemon-squeezin' Chicken Littles. Go climb up a chimney, ya toffee-chewin' gopher gobblers. Cool your heels, you jazz-jivin' hound dogs. Go candy a yam, you two-faced spit-lickers. Enough with that, you two-bit son of a peach baskets. You're all curds and no whey, ya scrumble-brained wagon wheelers. Hop on a different horse, you dongle-danglin' carnival barkers. Go climb up a chimney, ya sassafrassin' bellywobblers. Here's the facts, you booger-pickin' old bluenoses. You sat when you shoulda squatted, ya applesauce suckin' Mallo Cups. Hop on a different horse, you hullabaloo'in pooper scoopers.