Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] I found you in my bed, How'd you wind up there? You are a mystery, Little black curly hair, Little black curly hair, Little black, little black, little black, Little black curly hair.

Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] Went to the store, Sat on Santa's lap, Asked him to bring my friends, All kinds of crap, Said all you need is, To write them a song, Now you haven't heard it yet, So don't try to sing along, No, don't sing along, Monica, Monica Have a happy Hannukah, Saw Santa Claus, He said hello to Ross, And please tell Joey, Christmas will be snowy, And Rachel and Chandler, [indistinct] Happy holidays, everybody!

Leslie: Okay, my next song's called: "Phoebe Buffay, What Can I Say? I Really Loved When We Were Singing Partners and I Shouldn't Have Left You That Way."
Phoebe: Oh, no. One of those "Iook for the hidden meaning" songs.

Phoebe: You know what the saddest part is? When we were playing together, that was like the most fun I've ever had in all my lives.

Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] Smelly cat, smelly cat, What are they feeding you? Smelly cat, smelly cat, It's not your fault.
Leslie: That's great. You know, you could totally sell this. It'd be perfect for, like, a kitty-litter campaign.
Phoebe: A jingle? No, no, no, no.
Leslie: Why not? You'd make a ton of money.
Phoebe: If I was in this for the money, I'd be a millionaire by now, you know. You gotta get out of that jingle-head, sweetie.