"They're gonna taste great, they're gonna taste great,
I can hear the sound of Frosties hittin' me plate,
If you live in Oz, mate, or the Empire State,
even ladies with per-son-a-lised number plates.
And a bloke in a crate, well he knows they taste great,
They're gonna taste great, they're gonna taste great,
They're gonna taste grrrrrrrrrreat!"
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