I enjoy deep thoughts. Is there some sort of meaning in transcendental numbers? Can a God create an object she can’t jump over? Does the universe split into multiple versions, each with a different group event outcome when such an alternative presents itself resulting in a ‘universe foam’? Then, another came to me while I was cleaning and oiling my swords this morning, one that I think has never been pointed out let alone explained.
Why can you shout, “HEY!” at key points in every uptempo song and it fits perfectly? Completely perfectly!
Lucky, lucky, lucky me!
I'm a lucky son of a gun (HEY!)
I work eight hours, and sleep eight hours
That leaves eight hours for fun.
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We can dance if we want to (HEY!)
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well, they're no friends of mine (HEY!)
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It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today (HEY!)
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini
So, in the locker, she wanted to stay.
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Well, shake it up, baby, now (shake it up baby)
Twist and shout (twist and shout) (HEY!)
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Hal-. - le - lu - jah! (HEY!)
Hal-. - le - lu - jah! (HEY!)
Hal-le- lu-jah! (HEY!)
Hal-le-lu-jah! (HEY!)
Hal. - le- lujan!
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Try it yourselves.
What. Does. It. Mean? (hey!)