♫ My oh my, walking by, who’s the apple of my eye? ♫ ♫ Why, it's my very own Clonie. ♫ ♫ Oh, if I should stroll the hood, who knew I could look so good ♫ ♫ just talking on the phone to Clonie. ♫ ♫ We are pals, it's cool, 'cause we're not lonely, ♫ ♫ shallow gene pool is nothing to my only Clonie. ♫ ♫ Me and you, hustling through, holding on through thick and thin, ♫
♫ Oh, Doamne, mergând agale, cine-i lumina ochilor mei? ♫ ♫ Ah, e a mea Clonie. ♫ ♫ Oh, dacă m-aş plimba prin oraş, cine-ar şti că pot arăta atât de bine ♫ ♫ doar vorbind la telefon cu Clonie. ♫ ♫ Suntem prietene şi e tare pentru că nu ne simţim singure, ♫ ♫ superficiala loterie genetică e un nimic pentru Clonie a mea. ♫ ♫ Eu şi tu, rezistând prin bune şi rele, ♫