It was a scene from the social classes. In order: 
"My oh my what a wonder bonjeur." "I got a feel-ing!" "Wun-der-ful feel-ing!" "Oh the warmth of a honky's ass." Mervin, lead chorister, again led out: "On Doppel, on Schussel." "On hind end die blumen." "Ass on Boddle." "Bestrudal mine bier kanne."
"Curb the beast in a man and will you find a mule? A dog? A pony?" "Shall we play Old Donny?" "Do mules buy Beethoven?"
The chorus husted: "And in this mule we found an ape. Eee haw, eee haw, oh. And in that ape we found a duck. And a holy cow. With a swineherd here and a swineherd there. . . ."
They pantomimed ape routines from late night TV fears. "We want our flesh but we don't want theirs! "Think of all the disgusting hairs." "Red Rob! It's not the flesh I hate." "It's the indigestion of the pate." "Oh, cover yourself." "We fill the God hole with ourselves." "There is a god for these hands and hearts, volks esse." By now the mules were texting: "There used to be an outer, there used to be an in." "There's a spiritual organ in circumcision." "Die dicke ende.""Once circumcised, the truth is out. "It's the fleshy heart of plaque, not yarrow stalks." here
The chorus husted: "And in this mule we found an ape. Eee haw, eee haw, oh. And in that ape we found a duck. And a holy cow. With a swineherd here and a swineherd there. . . ." They pantomimed ape routines from late night TV fears. "We want our flesh but we don't want theirs! "Think of all the disgusting hairs." "Red Rob! It's not the flesh I hate." "It's the indigestion of the pate." "Oh, cover yourself." "We fill the God hole with ourselves." "There is a god for these hands and hearts, volks esse." By now the mules were texting: "There used to be an outer, there used to be an in." "There's a spiritual organ in circumcision." "Die dicke ende.""Once circumcised, the truth is out. "It's the fleshy heart of plaque, not yarrow stalks." here
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