We built this thing We built this thing on rock and roll

Have me on your cheek and your wife will smile lovingly at you. Have me on your collar and she'll scream angrily at you.

She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?

When your Tuesday is fat, you let it all hang out before giving up whatever brings you joy for the next forty days.

I'm made from milk but I'm not a drink, I age in the dark more than you think. With or without holes, I'm served with ease, Slice me up, who am I please?