Terry Anne was a rice cake. Her head had nothing to do.
Seventh son of the seventh son. Rivers of Fu Manchu.
Daffodils and pineless quills. Toad and eye of newt.
Terry Anne, she loved them all. But nothing has the power... of that claw.
He contemplates his next move. In squishy silence he rides on...
Terry Anne was a sumo fan. She had the master plan.
Oil wrestling a one-armed man. Doing a handstand.
Clueless to the pa**enger. That rides inside of her.
She ventures of to win that dance. Her powers are the result... of that claw.
I pistol whipped her in the jaw. Aftershave in her hidden cave.
I hide my hideous claw...
Dance, dance, dance, the two-dance dance. Swivel-swivel-swivel-swivel!
Competition, no inhibition. What's this crazy lady thinking?
She's wigglin', she's jigglin'. There's a gigolo a signalin'.
Simple human beings will never understand the things I've seen.
My claw creates entire races pack them and ship them places.
Fools who try to use my claw will find the flaw.
Resides in their own narrow sight - I'll k** 'em all.