Now somebody has to make K.I.T.T. out of a Mini Cooper
B.A. craps two of those things a day. Then he pities the foo that it lands on. Or laughs when someone drives around his crap like it’s a car. And whoever makes a K.I.T.T out of a mini, will be strangled by The Hoff’s manly chest hairs.
I pity the foo who don’t eat my cereal!!
Now somebody has to make K.I.T.T. out of a Mini Cooper
B.A. craps two of those things a day. Then he pities the foo that it lands on. Or laughs when someone drives around his crap like it’s a car.
And whoever makes a K.I.T.T out of a mini, will be strangled by The Hoff’s manly chest hairs.
I pity the foo who don’t eat my cereal!!