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Turnbuckle chuckle, man I laugh so hard I could cry.
Better wear a cup, buckle up, Papa knows you can fly.
Climb in the ring, slam you to the mat past
Footloose // Fancy Free, the foot part starts in your ass.
Loose on the ropes, you dopes, you got no hopes.
You're all mopes and no gropes.
I can't hear you, fool. Speak into the turnbuckle.
Footloose // Fancy Free, I fancy me a little chuckle.
Free advice, chump, jump
Before I give you more lumps than the mumps.
Fancy Free: Footloose, what is it about the turnbuckle you love so much?
Footloose: Well, you see, Fancy Free, the turnbuckle is the ideal implement for tenderizing meatheads. What about you?
Fancy Free: Oh, that's easy: You see I like a good chuckle or two with the critics...
Footloose: Now, hold on a sec, you don't mean...
Fancy Free: Oh, yeah!
No need to elaborate on this one.
This match requires little in the way of commentary.
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