Partial lyrics are as follows:
Why don't you tell me what's going on?
Why don't you tell me who is on the phone?
TUSK!!! Real savage-like bitch!
Further adjustments and additions can then be made to this tusk. Inanimate objects of myriad size, shape, and number can be added to the end of the tusk, creating a bigger and bigger tusk, illustrating, via physical metaphor just how big a tusk that moment was. This public bulletin was brought to you by the Bureau Utilizing Tusk Telecommunication Sciences
A: "Yea. So she's getting her apartment renovated because of the blast. They still haven't found her cat. I feel awful. I offered to help pay for the damage, but she said that i've done enough
B: "That sounds like a tusk."
A: "Yup. It's full of tusk."
Tusk formation: (a poster has just fallen off the wall, knocking you off your chair as you were struggling to put up the next one. you hit the floor, the chair flips and breaks a nearby coffee table. because of the ruckus, a scream is heard from the kitchen as a startled cook drops a bowl on the ground, shattering it, rendering their dream of cookies shattered along with it. Out from under the poster, a tusk (thumb and pinky) peeks out. Onlookers, in good humor, add to the tusk with their hands, and any inanimate objects they happen to have)