Sometimes I sit up at night and I cry and I ask myself why? Life is so trivial, I'm cryin in my cereal. Who is god? Is he up in outer-space? Will he help me drop this murder case? I guess I gotta make it to the golden gates? Drop my gold fronts off in my ranch dip, wipe my mouth on the waitress' shirt and leave a five dollar tip. Going Terminator 2 up in this hoe, when I start bustin shots your babymomma hit the flo.
-Tony Danza Tap Dance Extravaganza
