If you see me out in Quahog, say hi,
But if you meet me at the Clam I'm a talkative guy.
Maybe we'll talk over beers and remember the time,
And we know even at my Lois I'm a Family Guy.
And a lot of white boys do impressions of me,
And you always see my clips on your FYP.
But that algorithm's always trying to censor me,
They're even worse than the fellas at the FCC.