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I’ve been hanging out with the Flobgob again. He was standing on the corner of 5th and Cherry Ave., looking so frabber, so bling-a-shlack that I saw no harm in shlumpeling on over to his Jecklyjonk and orpsing in. All the seats were so shlooth and homperzoink that we couldn’t help but start the Plunterplick up. You know, it goes…

(Chorus)
Bricka fricka grack, plicka plunterplick shlack!
Krigga shigga jack, digga plunterplick hack!
Graggy waggy hoo shaggy plunterplick shoo
Wussle boom boom,…Wussle boom boom.
Bricka fricka grack, plicka plunterplick shlack!
Krigga shigga jack, digga plunterplick hack!
Graggy waggy hoo shaggy plunterplick shoo
Wussle boom boom,…Wussle boom boom.
Wussle boom-boom (4x)

Before we knew it, Kruntering jaw jaw jing joing was herking through scads of bornerbubble juice. We were laughing so hard that his krandorn plithed all the way out the ramplon harness! I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a display of durga durga racky ronk in all my life! Man, that’ll get you blugging your kriggle mound in no time!

Well, after our mookfest was over, we shnurdled on to his shanter plestron. You know, every time I see a Flobgob’s plestron I’m always impressed at their clear grasp of gronkgraggle shig technique. Everyone else thinks that you’ve got to have ebbgrub right in the front where everyone can just hooster in front of it, but Flobgobs always put it under the quintle where it highlights the suggers and give the shanter a real sense of phynselon.

(Chorus)

I guess I was there for about 4 hours, and although we didn’t get to any more plunterplick, I really yonzered our simple unamock. They’re really not so kratchon once you get past the norlusplipsum. I wish everyone knew them like I do. So, to be perfectly honest with you, I’m really not dowsum blanka blus blus about it, and I don’t plan on just hubbering away the next time I see one of them. I’m shuppering with the thought of buskrier and greskomantrier, and shuntoojastrier flobgobbian mookfests from here on out. Hope you’ll shniggle over your little scrooba ribbee pretty soon. I don’t want you to end up like one of the Kroobers!

(Chorus)

C’mon, just the drums!

Bricka fricka grack, plicka plunterplick shlack!
Krigga shigga jack, digga plunterplick hack!
Graggy waggy hoo shaggy plunterplick shoo
Wussle boom boom,…Wussle boom boom.
Jickle kronk, zam and yonk flaggle soren nary wonk
Macken plick, farner plick, jangle joonkle tonga rick.
Shanna wunna fanna bunna quella bella cutta rutta
Songle booey goomy choony hongen stop ring…
Wussle boom-boom (4x)

So watch out. Cause that, my friends, that is what happens when you hang out with the Flobgob.