Oooooh! Its a long, long way to tip a cow!

Oooooh! Its a long, long way to tip a cow! Its a long way, today! Its a long, long way to tip a cow! Let's do this anyway! (I say.) Now everybody. Chorus! ITS A LONG, LONG WAY TO

kill a cow! Ooooooh! It's a long, long way to make the burger! It's a long way, today! It's a long, long way to make a hamburger! Let's do this anyway It's a long, long way to

the top if you want to rock and roll.

I I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday You keep on saying you'll be mine for a while You're lookin' fancy and I like your style You drive us wild, we'll drive you

Perhaps handsomely, like say, a vintage derby car? I knew you did. There was even a Confederate Flag plastered over it. You've clearly thought of everything. Fegelein-ing, I was.

I stepped into the gorgeous car, admiring each splendid curve. I drove down to the mansion. I needed more money, I think, as I get out of the car and devise a plan.

This car is high maintenance, compared to my old Volvo. Suddenly, I missed that car, and then something grabbed my attention, so I forgot all about it...

I reached into my jacket, the jacket I had found at the abandoned rave field last night next to a bag of cat food. In the inside pocket I found a silent vibrating phone flashing a

red screen. "WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN...5...4...3...2...1..."