Lady Mama:
What do you say BK?


BK:
Are you going to tell me that concept for this telephone video or what?


Lady Mama:
Well... First of all this song is not as good as Bad Romance.
And, it's not even close to Poker Face or Just Dance,

So I will distract them by getting half naked,
And, throw everything at them,
But, the kitchen sink sink, the kitchen sink sink, what do you think think...

I will prove that I don't have a ^&@#$, wink wink,
First I'll get stripped naked by some burly prison guards,
Then make out with a she-male in the prison yard yard,


BK:
This video seems goofy you should just do it alone,

Besides I'm getting sick of all these songs about phones,

Lady Mama:

Bail me out of jail then we pause for some bad dialoge,
We poison everyone including a cute dog,
Then we start to dance,

And there's dead people everywhere,
As usual I have a lot of crazy crap in my hair,
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Product Placement,

We hide the de-dead bodies in the Ba-ba-ba!@&(t,
Blood and Guts and !#@% and Butts,
And, I just wanna make your head explode,

Beep-beep-beep Beep-beep Beep-beep-beep
That was Lady Gaga in morose code,


BK:
If you think I'm doing this,
Then you're a crazy !@$(,

You must of blown a gasket,
Are you tripping on acid,
As a child were you abused by some big crazy !@$(,

And, did he ever make you place the lotion in the basket,
I just wanna do a simple shoot with dancing,
You used to be a diva,

Now, your Marilyn Manson,

Lady Mama:

Your gonna do my video,
And, do it my way,
I'd hate for something bad to happen to your family,


BK:
My family-y?


Lady Mama:
That's right Beyonce',

A piano might accidently fall on Jay-Z,

BK:

Somebody help me cause I don't want to sing anymore,
She's got a gun to my head on the dance floor,


Lady Mama:
Rub a dub-dub three nuns in a tub,
And, they're doing it with a garden gnome,


BK:
Please don't beat me up,

But I have to ask what,
Does it have to do with a telephone?
You're crazy (*##$! Ahhhhhhhhhh!