(train horn blaring in distance)
(train horn blaring)
(meat sizzling)
(sniffles)
Woman: George.
I’m a murderer.
Taffy: Look, Lou, I’m not yanking your chain, okay.
Matter of fact, I just closed on a massive beef rub deal.
I got a license deal with McCormick.
All we need is a few John Hancocks,
Lou: (on phone) Goddamn it, Taffy,
do you know who you borrowed from?
These are Dallas people.
They send someone down to deal with you,
-they’re gonna deal with you! -(phone ringing)
I got another call comin’ in, but hear me out.
Just tell ’em everything’s gonna be okay.
It’s just, it’s all in escrow, man.
Whew.
Taffy Boyle speakin’.
Man: (on phone) Oh, hi. This is Michael Larson
and I just wanted to go over...
Taffy: Nope.
(horn tooting "Dixie")
♪ Got in a little trouble ♪
♪ At the county seat ♪
♪ Lawd, they put me in the jailhouse ♪
Jamie, how’s your ma doing?
Oh, her back’s not so good.
Aw, shucks, you know, I’m gonna give her
a shoutout on the show tonight.
Sheriff, you better have a warrant
the way you harassing that meat right there.
Brisket’s so good, ought to be illegal.
Look here, everybody:
Don’t forget to floss.
And remember what we like to say,
you know what our slogan is:
"We’ll put the meat in between your teeth,
but you gonna get it out."
Where have you been?
Come on, Mandy. Look, I’m not a teleporter.
I got here as soon as I can.
You need to talk to your brother.
He’s just been standing in the meat locker
like some kind of ghost.
Taffy: He’s your husband. You know how he gets.
What’s the problem now? What, the new kid,
he used hickory instead of apple wood?
This is different, Taffy.
I’ve never seen him like this.
Hey, George.
We have built a temple of carnage.
You bet your ass, brother, we have.
Oh, whoa, wait a minute.
Uh, look, look here, George,
when we done with this beef rub deal,
okay, how about,
go to the Gulf and celebrate.
Matter of fact, here, I got the contract right here.
We can get everything done right--
I don’t need a vacation.
I need out.
You need o-o-out of what?
Out of all of it.
The restaurant, the beef rub deal,
the self-perpetuating cycle of endless cruelty.
I’m going vegan, Taffy.
Y-y-you’re going vegan?
in the sale of animal products.
Taffy: Okay, uh, George,
you’re a renowned pitmaster.
Your whole dang life has been animal products.
Which is why this is hard for me.
I’d like to take my half of the business
I don’t save like you.
I already spoke to JJ Ruskin in town,
and he could take a look at our books.
He’ll give us a fair shake.
What the fuck do JJ Ruskin know about our books?
Huh? Why the fuck are you talking to--
He don’t know-- Look here, let me tell you something,
I do my books a special way
It’s only a certain way I can understand.
JJ Ruskin not gonna understand how to do my fucking--
Hey, we’re going to figure this out.
Alright? Don’t worry.
But this is happening.
(door closes)
Mandy, I feel like...
like everything’s closing in, you know?
I don’t know what to do.
♪ ♪
Okay...
(heavy breathing)
Now look here, y’all know I love to run my mouth.
But you have to know that my brother George
is the real genius.
That’s right. He could take a piece of meat
and make it into something divine.
And you know what make George so good at what he do?
Is how much he cares about the details.
to see if I can convince you to change your mind.
Hmm?
You sure?
I’m sure.
Why don’t we just sit here and enjoy...
this beautiful sunset.
(bottles clink)
Mm.
Daddy’s ax.
Remember all those
wood-splitting competitions we would have?
I could not hold a candle to my brother George.
And Daddy damn sure made sure I knew that too.
Well, what good’s a mean brisket
You and Mandy made this place,
Floss. People love the floss.
Yeah, they do love that floss.
You know, people take it home and...
use it with they own food.
(laughter)
I’m really going to miss you.
I really am.
You’re going to be alright without me.
I know.
Everybody! Why don’t we give it up for my brother George.
(cheering and applause)
♪ Why don’t you try the vibration? ♪
Taffy, what are you still doing here?
-You’re on in five. -I’m going. I’m going.
Don’t get your panties in a twist.
(horn tooting "Dixie")
♪ I said it’s uptight, alright, yeah ♪
♪ Baby, make it alright ♪
♪ Got to do the vibration ♪
She’s all ready for you, Mr. Boyle.
I appreciate that, Austin.
Oh.
Enjoy that.
Hey, there, come on,
Belgrade, hmm?
Pineland. Carthage. Nacogdoches.
And any other straggler that’s tuning in.
You know what it is? It’s your source for everything barbecue.
BBQ-and-A.
And I’m your favorite host...
(over speakers): ...Taffy Boyle. (laughs)
But enough about me. I want to hear from you.
-(phone rings) -Caller, you’re on the line.
Say hi, everyone.
CROWD: Hi, everyone!
Hello, everyone. Back to you.
Now, look, that voice sounded really familiar to me.
Is that who I think it is, my sister-in-law Mandy Boyle?
Hey, Mandy. Won’t you do me a favor?
Kick off the show with the first question.
What you eatin’ there, Luce?
Best damn hot links in the state.
Ooh, best damn hot links in the state.
You know, so one of my favorite things
and that’s what this show should be about.
So I think tonight we ought to talk about
how the sausage gets made.
And I mean it literally.
Now, you guys know I love to run my mouth,
but you have to know that my brother George
is the real genius.
That’s right. He could take a piece of meat
and make it into something divine.
And you know what make George so good at what he do?
Is how much he cares about the details.
We used to buy our hot links from a farm
that shall go unnamed.
But my brother George had a problem
-(window creaking) -He said to me, "Taffy,
from now on, we’re sourcing our own intestines..."
...the intestine casing, they’re thinking about
the meat inside, and that’s a mistake.
The intestine is like a beautiful ship
that brings the meat on a journey...
♪ ♪
(Taffy continues on recording)
Shit.
(gas hissing)
so they never see it comin’.
(dog growling)
Hey! Where the fuck you come from.
-(barking) -Shoo!
(whispering)
Get away from me.
(barking continues)
(growling)
Taffy: Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
(train horn blares)
Taffy: (on recording) I bet that’s why folks like yourselves
keep comin’ back again and again.
At Boyle’s, we do everything we can
to make sure every last bite is damn near perfection.
Well, I hope that answered your question
but I’ve been goin’ on about hot links for long enough.
Alright.
How you feel about that?
I-I-I think it’s, uh...
I think it’s time that we take another call, okay?
How about that? (laughs)
(phone rings)
-Oh, here we go. -Mandy: Taffy Boyle.
Nobody should know that much about sausages.
Oh, come on. Is that you again, Mandy?
You gotta give somebody else a opportunity to talk.
Come on, now.
Well, I just had to call in
and tell you what a damn windbag you are.
(laughter)
Taffy: Oh, now I’m a windbag.
I really love that, huh.
Let me tell you something,
let you know now, if you thought that was a lot,
we get plenty of more show where that came from.
Mandy: (on phone) We’re buckled up, Taffy.
No more long rants about sausages.
(horn tooting "Dixie")
(country music playing)
(people cheering, applauding)
It’s all about the details, my friend.
All about the details.
(chuckles)
(door bell rings)
Uh, we don’t have a dog.
Uh...
Okay. Go on. Disperse.
(barking continues)
Ow!
Jesus.
Out. Let’s go. Out the car.
-Out the car. -(dog growling)
Oh geez, you’re so strong. What’s wrong with you?
-Ow, geez. -(dog growling)
Oh wow, look at this.
Yummy, yummy pork rinds.
All doggies like that.
Come on. A little Hansel and Gretel.
Okay. You know what?
(dog farts)
You know what, I’m having some hard regrets
re: my hospitality.
(barking continues)
Oh, Jesus. Okay, you know what,
how about some music. Yeah?
Tame the savage whatever.
(country music playing)
(Spanish music playing)
(rock music playing)
Radio host: Did you know 85 percent of Mexicans
have criminal records.
Radio host: Us real Americans.
-(barks) -Oh!
Radio host: Every day the wall goes unfinished...
This is what you want to listen to.
Radio host: ...and rapists arrive
on our hallowed soil.
MAGA dog. Perfect.
Radio host: ...malfeasance on the part of the government.
The truth train’s-a-comin’.
And there she blows, every hour on the quarter here
at the Deep State Dispatch.
(howling)
Oh my god, I’m snapping. Okay? This is me snapping.
You racist, homophobic, anti-Semitic, flatulent,
just... bad dog.
Yeah, I said it. Uh-huh.
Oh, now you want to get out?
Oh, okay.
You bet your goose-stepping fascist dog ass.
(dog whining)
Very good. Go build a wall, you jackboot piece of shit.
-(growling) -All: Oh!
Oh fuck.
Shit.
Hey, hey. Hey, hey, you. Is that your dog?
Okay. I just saw you let it out. What do you mean, no?
That dog has ate $300 worth of food, and you’re gonna pay for it.
It was a couple of sausages. Where did you get that math?
Look here, we got a problem, I’ll go tell the sheriff. He’s right at table five.
There is no need to jump to extremes. I just, uh...
I typically don’t carry around that kind of cash.
How much would you say a spare tire is worth?
Hey, what’s the problem here?
has ate half a steer.
There’s no daylight between us on that. I just...
Look, I’m kind of broke, and I could really use a break.
We could always use a extra hand in the pit.
George, okay, we’re not hiring some vagabond. Come on.
George: What do you say? Huh?
Work a shift, we call it square.
Barbecue means many things around the world.
But in Texas, it means beef.
And we like to keep things simple.
and the fourth ingredient, wood.
Now, our main smokers use a blend of hickory,
(sniffs) Hmm, which one is this?
(sniffs)
(exhales)
George, I got no idea.
Good barbecue is like a symphony,
and a skilled conductor
can pick out each and every note.
Ha, ha. You’re adorable.
(both laugh)
The reason brisket needs eight hours
is because of the stall.
What’s the stall?
The first hour or two,
the temperature is steadily increasing
until you reach about 160.
Then you can get stuck there
for about four, five, even six hours.
See, the stall is where a...
kind of alchemy takes place.
let it rest for an hour,
and always slice
against the grain.
Now, you see that look on your face right there,
that’s what it’s all about.
Mm.
(sizzling)
So what’s up with all the floss? It’s everywhere.
Taffy’s big innovation and our trademark quirk.
Okay, I hate it.
We do all this
and we leave our customers
with a putrid chemical cinnamon.
It’s a... air horn at the symphony.
Huh.
Meat poet. Look at you.
George: These animals give their lives,
and I believe in honoring their sacrifice
by using every last part of them.
Are those, uh...
dicks?
It is my absolute favorite thing that we make here.
I use pecan just for this.
(sniffs)
An unusual wood.
(sniffs)
Hey. That smells different.
Mm-hmm.
Huh.
Does Mandy ever stay up here with you?
Hmm. She prefers the house in town.
Must get boring.
Alone at night...
I do my best thinking.
You can hear what the universe is trying to tell you.
Yeah. Sounds boring. You a movie guy?
You like animals, right?
So, let’s see, we got "Babe"...
what else, "Charlotte’s Web," and we got "Okja."
but it’s pretty cute so far.
Uh, oh and there’s...
(sizzling)
(sniffles)
George?
I’m a murderer.
So I just said it.
Taffy, I’m out.
So I’m out.
You know, it took guts to do that.
And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a murderer.
Uh... yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.
To leave everything behind and start fresh?
Well, it’s, uh... it’s easy.
Too easy maybe.
A life of fresh starts.
But it suits me.
And, yeah, and you get to meet all sorts of people
and all sorts of lives.
-All sorts of lies? -Lives.
But, you know, sometimes I just,
I take a map, I pick a spot,
and I head there.
I have no idea.
And that should scare me, but it don’t.
-One thing I do know-- -Mandy: Charlie!
Where did you go?
Well, I should probably go.
But, uh, what’s the one thing you know?
Eh, I’ll hold you to that.
Hope things don’t get too hectic in the pit without me.
Oh. Come on, I’ve had three whole days of training,
-I’m practically a pro. -(George chuckles)
Hot, hot.
-Geez. -You know, we have fire gloves.
What? Oh God, great.
(car horn tooting "Dixie")
(applause)
Another great show, Taffy.
It’s all about the details, my friend.
All about the details.
(country music playing)
(door closes)
Mandy: How’d it go?
Fine.
Beto, I can’t find the paprika.
Can you go ask George where it is?
Beto: Help!
(Beto screams)
-Help! -(people gasp)
(crowd exclaiming)
Taffy: (clears throat) Uh...
you know, I know it’s hard to move forward
from a tragedy like this,
but, um, me and Mandy discussed this and...
(sighs) we think the best way to honor
is by keeping Boyle’s Barbecue goin’ strong.
This place here brings people together.
And I know that’s what my brother George...
I know that’s what he would have wanted.
Uh, hey, uh...
I think I’m gonna hit the road.
You gonna be alright in the kitchen without me?
It’ll probably be easier.
I appreciate the honesty.
I, I know he was going through some heavy stuff,
I don’t think that’s so unusual
once people have made up their minds.
You think it could have been an accident?
He shut all the windows. He locked it from the inside.
Alright, well, uh...
Hey, um, if you see that fascist dog,
(clicks tongue)
Woman: (on phone) And again, very happy
to be in business with you.
But we could have waited to finish the signing.
We know you’re in mourning.
Look-look here, we appreciate your condolences.
But as you know, more than anything,
my brother George cared about sharing
his signature beef rub with the world.
Taffy and I just really feel it’s important
to make his dreams a reality.
Attorney: (whispering) This last one is just an initial.
Woman: (on radio) Welcome to the knitting circle
with me, Cathy Jay.
of diamond honeycomb stitch,
with a very special guest,
my dear friend Meryl Beauregard.
-(barks) -Ow, asshole.
He’ll be fine after a few days’ rest.
and then just leaves it there.
Doctor: Oh, he wasn’t run over.
What’s that now?
Yeah, it was brutal.
I extracted those from his head wound.
I’m also not certain this dog is entirely dog.
It could be up to 25 percent jackal.
Oh. Behaviorally, that tracks.
You can tell by the teeth.
One was ripped out recently.
That’s what first drew my attention to the...
What the fuck are you doing?
(oboe music)
(light flute music)
I thought you was leavin’.
Oh, I am. Yeah.
Just, uh, doing a wood thing,
’cause dog justice.
Uh...
(oboe music)
(symphony building)
We are done.
Dallas guys are paid.
It is over.
No more bridge loan shit.
Yes, I’m in agreement.
Okay. Change is good. Change is healthy.
From now on, I’m handling the finances.
Look, we done what had to be done, right?
Now we can move on with our lives.
Yeah. Mandy, you thought of everything.
We should get back out there.
where was he, you know.
When was the last time you saw him?
Taffy: Hey, Charlie.
Uh, what are you doing here? Didn’t you quit?
Uh, I’m just trying to figure out...
When was the last time you saw that fascist asshole dog?
Okay. Um, how about we talk in my office?
Alright. What are you doing here, Charlie?
Charlie: Well, you know, not a murder
but an attempted murder, so I...
I think someone tried to kill that little shithead dog.
Oh no, I know. And I’m very sorry.
I’m trying to figure out what happened.
So someone beat it with a log
over by your brother’s trailer,
which, I mean, I get it.
That thing can be a real dick.
But then they moved it.
What do you mean they moved it?
Well, because of the pecan.
The pee-what?
Eh, I could hear when I tasted...
there were traces
of pecan wood in the dog wounds.
And that means
Okay. When did you become CSI?
Well, mm...
I mean, it’s not just though.
You’ve got two kind of mysterious incidents
in very close proximity to each other.
It’s tragic.
Well...
I think maybe the dog saw something
related to your brother’s death.
-Like what? -Like, I don’t know.
Malfeasance.
Malfeasance?
Something that someone
and they felt that the dog had to be silenced.
Well, nobody’s saying dogs can talk.
So what are you saying, Charlie?
Well...
he said he’d tell me later.
The last time George and I talked,
he said he’d tell me something later.
And that means, you know, he thought he’d be alive
at the end of the night.
Look...
we’re all taking this really hard, Charlie.
Do you know I would give all of this up...
to have my brother back.
Bullshit.
Sorry.
(sniffs)
You know what I think?
I think...
you need to get the fuck out of town
and don’t show your face around here again.
Because in Texas,
we do not smile kindly on trespassers.
Is that purely decorative?
Not entirely, no.
Shit.
(engine starts)
Well, yeah, I know, but he basically said
(whines)
I don’t know, I just say we move on,
fresh start, you know, put all this behind us.
(dog growls)
Avenge you? I don’t even like you.
(whimpers)
(shuts off engine)
(vocalizing)
Fine. Listen, you got to stay here.
Remember, you’re a wanted bitch.
(barks)
Just... alright, I’ll put on the sicko.
Radio host: I don’t know about you,
definitely ain’t "gender neutral."
Ugh.
(people chattering in distance)
♪ I’d rather break my heart in two ♪
♪ Than have you spread the word around ♪
♪ Every time you put me down ♪
(sniffs)
(air horn blows)
An air horn at the symphony.
Hmm.
(gun cocks)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Mandy: The heck are you doin’?
The door was locked from the inside,
but that’s where the cinnamon floss
Right? Cinnamon floss?
where you’re a human lie detector.
Yeah, I know. It’s, uh, it’s crazy, but--
My favorite color is yellow.
Bullshit.
-I grew up in Old Dime Box. -Bullshit.
I grew up in Tanglewood.
Wow.
(chuckles)
Out of my purview.
I loved how much he loved what he did.
And then one day he wakes up and decides he hates the thing
that he devoted his life to.
He thinks it’s murder.
I can only imagine that.
I still don’t believe he wanted to die.
Malfeasance, you said.
Charlie: Yeah.
I think so.
Well, I mean, Taffy’s got a solid alibi.
Radio host: ...these Chinese sonar attacks
have caused a 30 percent increase in homosexuality
Their beams are able to traverse vast differences...
-Oh, my God, bullshit. -...and unlock the hormones
associated with unholy desires!
And I’m going to tell you
how to protect yourself from these sonar attacks.
But, uh, up first, one of my favorite records,
Enjoy.
("Filles de Kilimanjaro" playing on radio)
Hey, uh, how can I help you?
Hanky T. Pickens.
Wait, all this, it’s all a gag?
I knew you didn’t really believe any of this crap.
Yeah. Well, I also hate jazz,
but, uh, that doesn’t stop me from doing
Oh, my God. The doctor is in...
Both: ...the groove.
Yeah.
Wow.
listening to you, man.
You’re blowing my mind right now.
What else do you do?
(gruff voice): The Morning Buzz
with Jimmy the Jerk.
with Cathy Jay.
Fucking Cathy.
Y la Poderosa Super
Oh, I, I’m not sure that one’s cool to do anymore.
Yeah. You know, I was a theater major in school,
and there’s a lot of hours to fill in here.
Yeah. How do you know that?
But not in a bad way.
Yeah, I guess I came here to scope out,
I don’t know what I actually thought I’d find.
Uh, were you here for last night’s BBQ-and-A?
Uh, did he... leave
at any point during the show?
and he never came out.
Can I ask you a weird favor?
(door opens)
When were you gonna tell me you beat a dog
within an inch of its life?
Um... (clears throat)
I wasn’t.
Well, now we’ve got a big problem.
Austin: Here you go. Whole BBQ hour from last night.
Wow. Thanks for your help.
Literally any time.
I cannot overstate how bored I am.
(owl hooting)
Oh, Charlie. You scared me.
I’ve been listening to last night’s show,
and there’s this 16-minute stretch
with no live calls,
where Taffy’s just going on about sausage.
well, he could have snuck out and killed George then.
But would that have been enough time?
Well, actually, yes. I, I tested it.
(panting)
Dog.
(panting)
(beeping)
The one piece I can’t figure out is that
in order to have prerecorded that,
a question about hot links.
-He did. -Oh, he did?
He asked me to cue him.
It’s something we’ve done before
when we’re trying to move a particular cut of meat.
Like you just go up to someone who’s eating it?
Yeah.
Wow. So, I mean, this is,
this is some serious shit, Charlie.
I mean, this is a murder accusation.
-Can you prove it? -Charlie: Prove it?
No, very much not.
But goddamn, I swear, there’s a piece missing.
You know, something that would tie the whole room together.
It’s, it’s, it’s right on the edge of my brain
just driving me nuts.
Well, if you do find real proof,
you come to me first, okay?
I’m, I’m tight with the sheriff,
and we can go to him together.
(keys jingling)
Good night, Charlie.
(snaps fingers) Paprika.
Paprika?
Yeah, just this stupid little thing that’s been bugging me.
’Cause mostly when people lie,
it’s for some dumb "who cares" reason,
which I’m sure this is.
you said you didn’t know where the paprika was,
but y-you did know.
It was hectic.
There was a lot going on,
and I wanted Beto to find it.
To find it?
(Beto screams)
Right.
Look, Charlie, I like you.
And if Taffy really is who you say he is, then...
well, he must be very dangerous.
to hit the road, get a fresh start.
(train horn blares in distance)
(dog howling)
God, I told you to be quiet.
(train rattling)
I’m trying to think.
(dog howling)
Charlie: Hey.
I know what you did, you shit-kicking psycho.
Why don’t you do me a favor and just get out?
Nope. ’Cause I got proof.
Cop proof.
Something you missed, and it’s going to put you away.
-Oh really? -Well, at first,
it was a lot of little things.
Dog tooth in the ashes, cinnamon floss, George’s beer.
You know, I sniffed the bottle, and it didn’t smell like anything.
And I thought, what are you doing, Charlie? You’re not a poison sniffer.
in an autopsy.
You’d use Ambien or something.
But what does Ambien even smell like?
it really didn’t smell like anything.
I mean, not even beer.
You see, someone had washed out the bottle.
So you think George was killed
because somebody rinsed out a beer bottle?
Well, then there was your radio show.
I listened to it over and over,
like I was Gene Hackman or something.
-Gene Hackman? -I was looking for a sound.
that you recorded it ahead of time.
And I found nothing.
Of course, you didn’t.
But then I realized it wasn’t a sound.
It was the absence of a sound.
Sort of like the beer but for the ears.
The truth train. You know, it goes by every hour on the quarter.
I-- You can hear it in all the other shows.
You should have been able to hear it
in last night’s BBQ-and-A,
-(train horn blaring) -Oh.
(train horn blaring)
So, let me get this straight.
You think that I could be charged for murder
because you didn’t hear the sound of a... a train.
(thudding)
Probably not.
The thing that’s gonna put your ass away.
Well, I’m going to explain it to you
in great detail right now.
(groans)
-Hello? -Taffy: We’re fucked.
She’s got us dead to rights.
Taffy: That nasty little blonde.
Wha--?
Okay, calm down, Taffy. Tell me what happened.
Taffy: I’m going to call the sheriff.
Taffy, do not.
That is the last thing we should do.
Taffy: I’m scared, baby.
Well, maybe if you’d stuck to my plan
and hadn’t attacked that fuckin’ dog,
she wouldn’t be on to us.
Don’t do anything.
I’ll be there in 10 minutes.
(mimicking Taffy): See you soon, sweetheart.
Which seems inconsequential
until you consider the atmospherics.
Humidity: 84 percent.
Wind: Four miles per hour from the east.
Not an unusual set of conditions
in and of themselves,
but nothing exists in a vacuum.
Consider: Do you know the smoke point of hickory?
-No. -570 degrees.
I’m going to let you ponder
the implications of that for a moment.
Charlie, what the fuck are you talking about?
Look, look, I’ve been hearing your bullshit
this whole time for 20 minutes straight,
and it doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense.
Now, for Pete’s sake, could you do me a favor
and just let me know what this undeniable evidence is?
It doesn’t matter.
-What? -Eh, doesn’t matter.
Because I just got a confession, so.
Oh, no, not yours.
What the hell is all this, huh?
It’s what your brother taught me.
The most important part of the cook...
it’s the stall.
(tires screeching)
What?
Mandy: There he is!
There’s my husband’s killer.
(in Hanky’s voice): Which will conclusively prove
George Soros’ role
in orchestrating the plandemic.
But first, dear patriots,
the truth train has brought us a conspiracy
in our own backyard.
Now, you may think you know the story,
where the side of the day is fratricide.
But it turns out there’s one more layer
of this bloomin’ onion left to peel back.
Now, feast your ears on this.
I can’t go to prison.
Mandy: Well, maybe if you’d stuck to my plan
and hadn’t attacked that fuckin’ dog,
she wouldn’t be on to us.
(sighs) Shit.
Hanky: Now, it’s like I always say,
there’s a whole lot of bullshit out there.
So I’d like to give a special shoutout
to the truth tellers.
Those real-life heroes that can sniff it on out.
See, they’re our only hope against Soros,
Pelosi, the Zionists,
the Mexicans, the snowflakes,
and the local...
(’50s rock music playing)
♪ I’m so glad I found you ♪
Stay strong, truth tellers.
Stay strong.
♪ Let me put my arms around you ♪
♪ And we’ll rock till the break of dawn ♪
♪ This feels like heaven ♪
♪ Just you and me ♪
♪ This feels like heaven ♪
♪ Oh yes, indeed ♪
♪ Yes, you know you stand here in my arms ♪
♪ Feels like heaven ♪
♪ Just you and me ♪
♪ I’m in my glory ♪
♪ Oh yes, indeed ♪
♪ Mmm, seems like a story ♪
♪ Just you and me ♪
♪ Well, you know you’re standin’ here, kissing my lips ♪
♪ You make my poor heart go ♪
♪ This feels like heaven ♪
♪ Just you and me ♪
♪ ’Cause I was all alone ♪
♪ Let me put my arms around you ♪
♪ And we’ll rock till the break of dawn ♪
♪ ♪