Lindsay: Hey Kyle?
Kyle: What?
Lindsay: How ‘bout dem wiggles?
Kyle: Here’s da thing…

Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
So don’t do that ‘round here.

Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Though I understand the urge can’t be ignored.
Sadly though as much as I might be implored,
We can’t do that ‘round here.

Lindsay:
I want to wiggle all the times.
You think they’ll charge you all the fines?
I think, just once, they wouldn’t mind.
What do you say?

Kyle: Nononononononono

Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
So don’t do that ‘round here.

Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
They say it is effrontery against the lord.
We can’t just wiggle wiggle of our own accord.
So don’t do dat round here!

*wicked J2 guitar solo, the second half of which is disco*

Lindsay: I think it’s time for wiggles nows.
But you are having all the cows.
Let’s wiggle all the butts like wows.
What do you say?

Kyle: Nononononononono

Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
So don’t do that ‘round here.

Wiggling is a luxury we can’t afford.
Though I know your booty might be slightly bored.
I know it wants to babble like the mighty fjord.
But don’t do dat round here.

Lindsay: I’m gonna do it anyway. Jerk.
Kyle: Nooooooo.