Frühdienst ist nix für mich. Alles, was mir im Kopf umgeht, ist Hungerdunger, Hungerdunger, Hungerdunger, and McCormick.

Capt. Spaulding: Now read me the letter, Jamison.
Horatio Jamison: [reading] „Honorable Charles H. Hungadunga…“
Capt. Spaulding: [correcting him] Hungerdunger.
[they say the „hung“ syllable in unison]
Capt. Spaulding: Hoong.
Horatio Jamison: Hungerdunger.
Capt. Spaulding: That’s it, Hungerdunger.
Horatio Jamison: [continues reading] „… care of Hungerdunger, Hungerdunger, Hungerdunger, and McCormick.“
Capt. Spaulding: You’ve left out a Hungerdunger. You left out the main one, too. Thought you could slip one over on me, didn’t you, eh?

(The Marx Brothers, Animal Crackers)