In my neck of the woods, Madagascar was the first drive-in movie of the summer. Me’n’the kids clambered on to the hood of the truck at sundown and settled in with our hot dogs and shakes. And we had a goodish time. We especially appreciated the dance number whose entire lyric is:
I like to move it move itI like to move it move itI like to I like to I like to [pause] move it.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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