Blah-blah,
Rah-rah,
Laugh it up,
Ha-ha.
No-no,
So-so,
Feelin' like a
Yoyo.
Shoo shoo,
Juju,
Got me doin'
Sous sous.
Bling-bling
Chin-chin,
Waitin' for the
Ding-ding.
My my,
Bye-bye,
Steady now,
Aye-aye.
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