Super Grease

Ooooooh Aaaaaah
Ooooh
Aaaah
Howard: Poor baby!
FZ: Oooooh . . . Don't like the Greek food in this neighborhood, eh?
Oooooh . . .
FZ: Tell me the truth, what did you eat?
Mark: I ate . . .
FZ: Tell me the truth, what did you eat?
Howard: I had a shish kebab
FZ: Tell me the truth, what did you eat? You didn't eat?
Mark: I was having chicken . . .
FZ: What did you eat?
Ian?: Go-kart
Howard: He didn't eat anything. He drank wine
Mark: With, uh, spinach . . .
FZ: What did you eat?
Mark: And boiled potatoes . . .
Jim: I had a roller skate
Mark: Not just any grease but . . .
GREASE

Mark/Howard:
The brownness of her body
Makes me sweat inside my crotch
I want so much/bad to kiss her
But she smells of rancid botch/But I smell her rancid botch
Do do do do do do
Oooooooh wagh!

Mark: Grease, grease, I tell ya, all I had was grease,
it cost me two dollars and thirty five cents,
it was nothing but a plate of grease
Howard: And the wine tasted like . . .