Here is Barb's set of lyrics. Don't ask me where they come from.

My Turn

She types on a keyboard
Has nothin' to do
Won't drive her old Ford
It's rusty and blue
Don't care for those vistas
Just over the fog
That's why the lady likes to blog

He's smart and creepy
In white doctor's suit
Works hard till he's sleepy
Operating on newts
He wants that Nobel
As soon as he can
That's why the baby's in a can

She goes out to dinner
Wearing a vest
She's lookin' much slimmer
It's the way that she's dressed
She shaves in the kitchen
Over pots and pans
That's cuz the lady is a man

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