According to Alfred Matthew Yankovic:
There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box.
All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks.
Every night for dinner, we had a big ol’ chunk of dirt.
If we were really good, we didn’t get dessert.
I mean, that’s fucked up. I’m just glad it wasn’t on full blast out of the device speaker, or heavens forbid, a Bluetooth speaker!
All of which are disgusting.