you're the scourge of all mankind.
Now I ain't no portrait, I don't fly no flag,
you're the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag
Slap on the sanctions,
show us some grit.
You've built your fence, now sit on it.
I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke,
'cause he who laughs last, didn't get the joke.
The Fridge connection
The Fridge connection II
Fridge on the River Kwai
Heartbreak Fridge
A Fridge on Elm Street
Friday I, II .. III
The last little Fridge in Texas
One flew over the Fridge
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