Randy, Friend and others in “You're Getting Old”

City bog. Too much, too much city bop. Too much too much too much [puts the mic to his ass and farts into it]

Lord, I ain't never seen britches take a whooping like that.

I told you. Them britches don't stand a chance.

City bop! City yeah! [more fart sounds, and the song ends] Thank you! Thank you so much! I'd like to uh, bring up a special guest now. The other night I was chatting in a Tween Wave chatroom, because I do love Tween Wave so much, and I uh started chatting with this nice lady who also really like her kids' Tween Wave music and... turns out she's a real talented artist as well. Please welcome Miss Steamy Nicks.

[sounding a lot like a goat] Thank you, thank you so much. [Randy presses play and a song begins]

Wait now, who's that lady?

That there's Steamy Nicks.

You mean that gal who played for Fleetwood Mac and wrote that song "Landslide"?

Nnooh, that's Stevie Nicks. Steamy Nicks just shits her britches. [sure enough, she does this, and Randy joins her a second later]

Yayaya! [more fart sounds]

[enters the bowling alley and heads straight for Randy] Who the hell is that woman, Randy?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!

I agree. Why don't you leave them poor britches alone?

Them britches have had enough!