Dirrty
(African negro spiritual homage performed by Christina Aguilera with a nod to Truth Teller)
Ladies (move)
Gentlemen (move)
Charts (move)
Somebody ring Billboard
A Bubbling Under hit in the room
Oh, I'm overdue
Give my obesity some room
Oh, I'm comin through
Paid my food bills
In the mood
Me and the girls gonna eat the entire McDonalds menu
DJ's spinning (or is that a priest?!)
Let's get dirrty (now's Truth Teller's last chance)
I need that, hit, to get me off
Sweatin' until my lard come off
It's explosive, unlike my hits (oh)
Still eating, six in the morning
Funeral dancing, glasses are crashing (oh)
No question, time for some Coke
Temperature's up (unlike my hits)
About to starve
Gonna get my girls
Get your boys
Gonna make some fries
*Christina screams and runs away abruptly wanting fries as the song fades away with Truth Teller written in small print in the corner of the stage curtain*
