BLOOPERS Adam said to leave, repositioning his entire leaf I have many things that I need to say And I wish that that snake would go away Shall we take a walk? Shall we have a small couple's type of talk? It appears that I'm not much getting through It appears that you've something else to do Something else to do Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Listen to me Getty's public address Was delivered under very much duress Four score and twenty years ago, they say We declared, hey, why not break away? The car was hitched ashore A thought that he could offer up his cure He seemed to be distracted and extreme When Bush said Lincoln could be mean He could be so mean Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Listen to me Prince and Mrs. Jones Often hear their songs What am I to do? I don't have a clue Yes, I got no soul He's so hard to know He's so much to do Still I'm feeling blue Always feeling blue Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me Listen to me Put your fuckin' iPhone down and listen to me