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WILBUR
Styles keep a changin'
The world's re-arrangin'
But Edna, you're timeless to me
Hemlines are shorter
A beer costs a quarter
But time cannot

And to "Open the gate with page 751 of the Necronomicon!"
Wilbur's grown more violent, now shooting dogs with his .38 Revolver
Lavinia became more frightened,

right on time
I'm saying

I used to spend my nights getting lost
Music and black coffee on the Wilbur Cross
Just point out any exit and I'm getting off

(*Wilbur burps*)

Bubby:
1, 2, 3, 4

Wilbur:

Buggery night
Is every night
Buggery
Can be fatal
If you don't do 
The buggering right
You just might

Pinty:
(Various burping from Wilbur and Sliggy)
There's a pub in england
And we do a certain thing is this pub don't we boys? (yeah we do!)

Sliggy:

Olivia:
Oui you lazy bum, you're always doing all this shit in the pub

Wilbur:
Oui I'm out with the lads

Olivia:
You don't do the dishes, you don't

be on the right side
Looking at the bright side
Up with your chinny chin chin…

(Spoken) Wilbur: Ahem...will the party who addressed me last night

Whateley gave birth to a son, named Wilbur
A strange, deformed, goatish looking boy
Old Man Whateley , grandfather of Wilbur
Was known as a Wizard for his

to the boom
from the Wilbur Clark sky room
so raise your glass up to the boom
from the Wilbur Clark sky room

down the Vegas strip the big slipper spins
a new

Wilbur:
Oui I got a song
It's the one that's not about drugs

(Bubby, Pinty and Wilbur all agree the song is not about doing drugs)

Wilbur:
Lay it

Pinty:
Hey stop it!

Bubby:
What?

Wilbur:
What?

Pinty:
I got something to say

Wilbur:
Say it mate!

Pinty:
Check it out boys

Well I came home

Wilbur:

Farting and sharting and such when I'm drunk
When I'm drunk
I shite and fart and shit
I fart and shit when I'm drunk
When I been drinking I

you Alexander for the phone
I'd never get a date, I'd never get a job
Unless I had a telephone mother Necessity
"Orville, Wilbur, go outside this minute

Hairspray~Big, Blonde and Beautiful (Reprise)

John Travolta

Hairspray [2007 Original Soundtrack]

2007

Those lips, those eyes, that food
Well, there ain't nothin' like a spread to get ya in the mood
Wilbur, can't you feel the burning flame of hot

Swear I'm gonna ride
With you until we die
Every night get high
And you know that we stay fly
I'm like Wilbur Wright
And you like Orville Wright
Yeah

wings so I'm moving everybody best move over 

Fly like Orville Wright got Wilbur on my side (Side)
One hundred feet further than we were last night,

to the blue above the clouds
I know he's on his way to me
Like a river to the sea
It's any day now
I'll meet the Orville to my Wilbur

I spend most of my time

Wilbur:

Alright
Alright bruv

Pinty:

Living in the rubbish
Is a horrid place
But I fucking love it
Because I fucking love rubbish

Living in

Margaret Thatcher?
I said do we like Margaret Thatcher? (fuck no)

Bubby:
I quite like the Who
Who's alright

WIlbur:
Eh they're alright

Pinty:
They're kind

arsed
Wilbur's arsed
And even Bubby's arsed
We're gonna get those criminals out 
Of Downing Number 10
And maybe we can go back
To making some bloody good

Wilbur:
Alright

Bip bop
Bib om bop
Bip bop bim am bam
Bip bop
Bib om bop
Bip bop bim am bam
Put me hair in curlers
Going to see a band
Bip bop
Bib

fixin' to bust a nut on that one big titty. Oh shit, it's Wilbur's
daughter, fondeling pig nuts and I caught her. Bitch drop them hog
balls.  She dropped

the chickens, not the passengers
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice
Never that, Wilbur's multiply quicker than tribbles
And hunt their

to me

Oh, Wilbur, I love you

Fads keep a-fading, Castro's invading
But Wilbur, you're timeless to me
Hairdos are higher, mine feels like barbed