Hindsight is always perfect. Shake those hips by hook or by crook like you are doing the machinegun cha cha baby. Wreak some havoc. We ain’t no hermits here. No halos around our heads either. Just hoodlums hazing others and horsing around. Maybe go shoot some hoops to quell the raging hormones. Ain’t got no hats in them pockets. The hens be a-pecking tonight. This old hound dog knows this ain’t no hokum.