We'd buy a small house in South-Central L.A., raise lots of kids, then we'd infiltrate a gang.

The story:

I was on instant messenger talking to a friend of mine who really likes the Ataris, and we were talking completely in song lyrics and quotes to each other (yes, I know I'm strange), and I thought I'd be real cool and impress him with my knowledge of his favorite band. As soon as I hit sent, he called me to let me know what a dork I sounded like, and to inform me of the correct lyrics