Me, oh my, oh.

Mama Mia!

Mind your peas and queues.

A plethora of piquant pleasure.

Straight from the Yangtze to you.

They’ll make you want to pahk your cah near the hahbor.

The other white meat, with the other green fruit.

You know you want to sing it.

Just call me Jamie Dean.

Much, much better than sloppy joes.