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Thing-Fish
(Zappa, November 1984)
"Thing-Fish" & "Sister Ob'dwella 'X'" prosthetics by Jene Omens

the musicians:

Frank Zappa guitar, synclavier
Steve Vai guitar
Ray White guitar
Tommy Mars keyboards
Chuck Wild broadway piano
Arthur Barrow bass
Scott Thunes bass
Jay Anderson string bass
Ed Mann percussion
Chad Wackerman drums
Steve De Furia synclavier programmer
David Ocker synclavier programmer
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Motorhead Sherwood tenor sax (uncredited on "Mudd Club")
Denny Walley slide guitar (uncredited on "The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing")
Roy Estrada bg. vocal (uncredited on "Artificial Rhonda," "No Not Now" and "Won Ton On")
Donnie Vliet harmonica (uncredited on "Artificial Rhonda")
Ruth Underwood synth (uncredited on "Artificial Rhonda")

(Ed. note: the uncredited musicians and the ones listed on each song except for Mr. Barrow who confirmed his participation, are my own guesses)

THING FISH Ike Willis
HARRY Terry Bozzio
RHONDA Dale Bozzio
EVIL PRINCE Napoleon Murphy Brock
HARRY-AS-A-BOY Bob Harris
BROWN MOSES Johnny "Guitar" Watson
OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COWHOON Ray White

Thing-Fish:

Once upon a time, musta been 'round October, few years back, in one o' dose TOP SECRET LABMO-TORIES de gubbnint keep stashed away underneath Virginia, an EVIL PRINCE, occasion'ly employed as a part-time THEATRICAL CRITICIZER set to woikin' on a plot fo de systematic GENOCIDICAL REMOVE'LANCE of all unwanted highly-rhythmic individj'lls an' sissy-boys!

De cocksucker done whiffed up a secret POTIUM . . . an' right 'long wid it, de ATROCIOUS IDEA dat what he been boilin' up down deahhhh jes' mights be de FINAL SOLUTIUM to DE WHITE MAIN'S 'BOIDENNN', ef yo' acquire my drift . . .

Well, he were sure he had a GOOD THING GOIN' . . . but, dere was always de possobility dat somethin' might fuck up, so, he planned to have a little test, jes' to check it all out befo' he dump't it in de wattuh supply.

Sho'tly denafter, wit HIGH-LEVEL GUBNINT COROBBERATIUM, he arranged to have a good-will visit to SAN QUENTIM, 'long wit some country-westin mu-zishnin's, 'n sprinkle a little bit of it on some of de boys in deahhh (since dey done used a few of 'em befo' when dey was messin' wit de ZYPH'LISS).

So, heah dey come wit de POTIUM, dump'nit all in de mash potatoes!

Den dey wen' up to de warden's office fo' some HOT TODDY, watchin' a little football while dey's waitin' to see what gone happen!

Fact o' de matter were: NOTHIN' HAPPENED, so dey went off'n dribbled it in a special shipnint of GALOOT CO-LOG-NUH dat went out 'bouts NOVEMBER!

Next thing y'know, fagnits be droppin' off like flies . . . 'long wit a large number of severely-tanned individj'lls, pre-zumnably of HAY'CHEN EXTRAKMENT!

But NOT DE BOYS IN DE REST HOME! Oh no! Mixin' de shit wit de mash potatoes done SMOOTHED IT OUT a little, so's it wouldn't KILL yo' ass, BUT, it sho' would make y'ugly! 'N ef y'was already UGLY, it'd make yo ass MEAN 'n UGLY . . . 'n ef you was already MEAN 'n UGLY, it'd turn ya into a strange, UNKNOWN KREETCHUH, never befo' seen on BROADWAY!

Thass right! It'd turn ya' into a 'MAMMY NUN'! Head like a potato . . . lips like a duck . . . big ol' hands, puffin' up! BIG ONES! Science! ME-jev'l re-LIJ-mus costumery all over yo' BODY! Yow! Oh yeah! Mmmm-hmmm!

2. The Mammy Nuns

You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 1

Ensemble:
(singing)

We got de talkin' shoes!
We de MAMMY NUNS!

Thing-Fish:

(Dominose Vobiskmmmmm!)

Ensemble:

We is important news!
We de MAMMY NUNS!

Thing-Fish:

(Et cum spear a TU-TU, Ohhhhh!)

Ensemble:

We destroy de blues!
We de MAMMY NUNS!

Thing-Fish:

Sho' am, y'all! (MAMMIES, step faw'd 'n express yo'sevs!)

Ensemble:

We sho can dance 'n sing!
We's a lot o' fun!

Thing-Fish:

(D'ja get any on ya down dere?)

Ensemble:

We's doin' everything!
We's a lot o' fun!

Thing-Fish:

(How'd YOU like to use my nakkin'?)

Ensemble:

We's doin' de buck 'n wing!
We's a lot o' fun!
We's offa de wall!

Thing-Fish:
(pointing to his skirt)

(Fo' those of you unfamiliar wit de' nakkin,
Dis be de nakkin'!)

Ensemble:

ON BROADWAY,
IT'S A NEW DAY . . .

Thing-Fish:

On Broadway, It's a New Day!
Dat's right! Dat's what I say!

Ensemble:

WHEN WE SAY . . .

Thing-Fish:

Oh yeah! You 'bout through wif my nakkin'?

Ensemble:

"We is de ones dey be callin' de 'MAMMY NUNS'!"

Thing-Fish:

We ugly as SIN!

Ensemble:

We de MAMMY NUNS!
WE BE LOOKIN' GOOD
WIT DE NAKKIN' ON!

Thing-Fish:

We gots a nasty grin-n-n-n-n!

Ensemble:

We de MAMMY NUNS!
WE BE LOOKIN' GOOD
WIT DE NAKKIN' ON!

Thing-Fish:
(pointing to HARRY)

We sho' ain't ugly as him . . .

Ensemble:

We de MAMMY NUNS!
LAWD LAWD LAWD,
LAWD LAWD LAWD,
LAWD LAWD LAWD,
WE DE MAMMY NUNS!

Thing-Fish:

Step right up, folks, 'n meet de 'MAMMY NUNS'! You two ugly white folks hafta excuse de SISTERS, as what dey put in de mash potatoes have rendered dem INCONTINENT! Anyhow, ovuh heahhhh, de scintillating SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON, and de delectable SISTER GHENGHIS-ADONIS-OSMOSIS . . . 'long wif SISTER POTATO-HEAD BOBBY BROWN, and de ever-popular SISTER ANNE de DEVINE . . . an' howsabouta heart-warmin' welcome fo' SISTER JASMINE NOXEMA-TAPIOCA an' her unscrutable companium, SISTER OB'DEWLLA 'X' . . . an' I's yo host: de THING-FISH!

Ensemble:

ON BROADWAY,
IT'S A NEW DAY,
WHEN WE SAY:
"We is de ones dey be callin' de
'MAMMY NUNS'!"

Thing-Fish:

We is dressed to kill!

Ensemble:

We be lookin' good!

Thing-Fish:

We gives you quite a thrill!

Ensemble:

We be dancin' good!
(Whom a ninny? Him? Him a ninny! Hah!
Whom a ninny? You'm a ninny! Haw!)
Wit de dancin' skill,
Wit de nakkin' on, LAWD!

3. Harry & Rhonda
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FZ synclavier

Rhonda:
(stage whisper)

HARRY, this is not DREAM GIRLS!

Harry:
(stage whisper)

They told me it had c-c-colored folk in it, RHONDA, and that's ALWAYS a sure sign of GOOD, SOLID, MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT! How was I supposed to know they'd be this ugly?

Rhonda:

They pissed on us, HARRY! They fuckin' pissed on us! Look at my fox!

Harry:

I know, dear . . . but they pissed on me too . . . he did say they were INCONTINENT!

Rhonda:

Just smell this! I think we should get out of here before they do something else to us!

Harry:

Leave? Now? At these ticket prices? Just hold your horses . . . it probably wasn't REAL PISS . . . only 'theater piss' . . . they probably have a formula . . . some special stuff . . . comes right outta the fur with Woolite.

Rhonda:

What's happened to Broadway, HARRY? Used to be you could come to one of these things and the wind would be RUSHING DOWN THE PLAIN or a fairy on a string would go over the audience . . . but NOW! Harry, I ask you: is THIS entertainment?

Harry:

You're absolutely correct, dear! So far we haven't seen a single good-looking pair of legs . . . a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit . . . no firm, rounded breasts! This show is a DISASTER, RHONDA! A complete and utter DISASTER!

Thing-Fish:

Mmmm! Say dere . . . hey! Umm-hmm! Thass right! HEY YOU! You two ugly white folks . . . over heahhh!

As you know, de presence of carboniferous hard-core unemployables has gen'rally, in de historical past, GUARANTEED an evenin' of upliftin' FROLIC and CAVORTMENT . . . it'd be a shame fo y'all t'miss out on dis here one! Got some nice chairs fo' ya, rights ovuh heahhh.

Harry:

Uhhh . . . beg pardon? What's going on here?

Rhonda:

Oh! They're touching me! HARRY! HARRY! HARRY! HARRY, do something! THEY'RE PUTTING CHAINS ON ME! I'LL BE STUCK TO THE CHAIR! Oh! What'll I do? I'LL MISS INTERMISSION!

Harry:

They're only 'theater chains', RHONDA! Just some sort of . . .

Rhonda:

THESE ARE REAL GODDAM CHAINS, HARRY, AND THEY'RE NOT GONNA COME OFF WITH WOOLITE!

Harry:

I don't mind the way they feel . . . they don't bother me, honey . . . relax! Go with the flow . . .

Rhonda:

HARRY, YOU ARE AN OVER-EDUCATED SHIT-HEAD!

Thing-Fish:

Look here, folks . . . dis only fo yo own protexium! Once we gets rollin' heah, things be happnin' all over de place dat could prove dangerous to persons not previously acquainted wit de SAN QUENTIM MASH- POTATOES!

Rhonda:

I want the wind to come rushing down the plain! I want fairies on a string over the audience! I want REAL BROADWAY ENTERTAINMENT! Feathers! Spot-lights! Guilt! Hours upon hours of GUILT! About my mother! About my father! About brave women, suffering at the hands of infantile, insensitive, dominating men! And what do I get? A Potato-headed jig-a-boo with Catholic clothes on! Incomprehensible duck lips! Weak bladders draining through abnorminably large organs! Jesus, HARRY! What the FUCK is going on here?

Harry:

Simmer down! If you'll just roll with the punches . . . and don't rock the boat, I'm sure we'll have a lovely evening at the theater!

Thing-Fish:

Thass right! We got fairies on a string fo yo ass jes' a little later! Meanwhile, I b'lieves y'all requires some updatement on de CO-LOG-NUH situatium! Sister OB'DEWLLA 'X'! Express yo'seff!

4. Galoot Up-Date

Ensemble:
(singing)

GALOOT
CO-LOG-NUH!

Thing-Fish:

GALOOT, GALOOT,
GALOOT, GALOOT,
GALOOT, GALOOT,
De KILLER CO-LOG-NUH!

Ensemble:

GALOOT
CO-LOG-NUH!

Thing-Fish:

GALOOT, GALOOT,
GALOOT, GALOOT,
GALOOT, GALOOT,
De KILLER CO-LOG-NUH, Thass right!
De KILLER CO-LOG-NUH, Thass right!

Well, de gubnint dint fine out rights away 'bout . . .

Ensemble:

De 'MAMMY NUNS'

Thing-Fish:

Dat's right!

Ensemble:

De 'MAMMY NUNS'

Thing-Fish:

Well, dey's too damn excited 'bout de sissies dey was knockin' off, 'n workin' up an uncreedable variety of theoretical scenarios, to explain away how come de fagnits all be croakin' at de same time in--

Ensemble:

NOVEMBER!

Thing-Fish:

De month o' NOVEMBUH, reekin' of tainted CO-LOG-NUM! Dey booked in de heavy pseudo re-LIJ-mus talent to pronunciate de doc-TRINE of BIBLICAL RETRIBUTIUM!

Ensemble:

Moving the project forward!

Thing-Fish:

Figgin' dat to be . . .

Ensemble:

Da-da-dee-dahh!

Thing-Fish:

A sho-fi' explumation, suitable fo'
Domestical . . .

Ensemble:

Assuagement!

Thing-Fish:

Natchilly, a substantial number o' severely ignint white folks went fo' it, hook, line, 'n shrinker!

By dat time, de 'MAMMY NUNS' had already sprouted dem 'tato heads, 'n was in de process of growin' out dey nakkins . . .

Also, by a peculiar corinsidence, we's all up fo' PAROLE at de SAME TIME! Thass right! You figgit out!

Once we's out DE JOINT, we faced a hard time in de depressium . . . couldn't get no 'sembly line woik, 'n since de nakkins we's wearin' atch'ly be GROWIN' outs our bodies, we was labelled as 'over-qualified' fo' janitorical deployment!

Onliest good thang 'bout bein' a 'MAMMY NUN' is we be mo-less UN-destructable! Whatever dey done whiffed up befo' don't do SHIT to us now! Fact, we jes mights be de onliest thangs left walkin' in de U.S.A., now de MYS'TRY RE-ZEASE gone outa control!

Ensemble:

Just like you!

Thing-Fish:

Just like you! I see some of y'all be FROWNIN' . . . 'cause mebbe y'think what I's tellin' ya' is a LIE! How 'bout it, folks? Whatcha say? Id dat right?

Ensemble:

Yes, it sho' is!

Thing-Fish:

Well, les' jes' have a test . . . how many o' you nice folks think I knows what I's talkin' 'bout? RAISE Y'HAIN UP! Uh-huh!

An' how many thinks my potato been bakin' too long? RAISE YO MIZZABLE HAIN UP! Uh-huh!

Now . . . how many you folks is CONVINCED de gubnint be totally 'UNCONCERNED' wit de proliferatium o' UNDESIRABLE TENANTS in de CONDOMINIUM o' LIFE? An' how many folks believe THEY number won't come up, next time de breeze blow fum de Easterly directium?

Les' face it, peoples! Ugly as I mights be, I AM YO' FUTCHUM!

'Les y'all prefer 'permanent storage' or a condo in ATLANTIS.

Ensemble:

They could really get down there!

Thing-Fish:

Dey could really GET DOWN dere, but, I's de only protexium you got!

Now, durin' de intromissium, de SISTERS be sellin' some MASH POTATOES in de lobby, right over by de--

Ensemble:

PYRAMID!

Thing-Fish:

In de vicinity o' de . . .

Ensemble:

SQUID DECOR!

Thing-Fish:

'Neath de planet o' de big ol' giant . . .

Ensemble:

Underwater door!

Thing-Fish:
A generous good-will offerin' are REQUIRED . . . jes' let yo' conscience be yo' guide . . .

Ensemble:

BLUE LIGHT!

Thing-Fish:

Jes' follow de BLUE LIGHT, down de aisle to de potatoes durin' de intromissium . . .

Ensemble:

Light, light, light, light . . . BLUE
Light, light, light, light . . . BLUE
BLUE LIGHT
BLUE LIGHT

Thing-Fish:

. . . An' while y'all be thinkin' about de blue light, an' y'all be decidin' whether or not yo' immunity gwine hold up 'til de end o' de show, I's 'bout to address myseff to de re-educatement o' dem silly muthafuckers over deahhh.

Ensemble:

You can't even speak your own fucking language!

Thing-Fish:

What on urf do you mean: 'MY LANGUAGE'? I got yo language hangin', boy, 'long wif a two-week supply of IGNINT McNUGGET, de breakfast o' champiums!

Ensemble:

Don't let your meat loaf! Huh-huh-huh!

Thing-Fish:

Huh? Kiss my McNUGGET!

Ensemble:

Your micro-nanette!

Thing-Fish:

Y'all kin kiss my micro-nanette too!

Ensemble:

BLUE . . .

Thing-Fish:

Don't forget de GALOOT!

Ensemble:

CO-LOG-NUHHHHHH!

Thing-Fish:

GALOOT COLOGNUM!

5. The 'Torchum' Never Stops

Thing-Fish:

Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de en-whiffment o' de origumal potium. Through de magik o' stage-kraff, we be able to see him at woik!

He now be preparin' some ugly shit to make yo' life even mo' mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him IMMORTAL! We does not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin always hope fo' de best!

(singing)

Flies all green 'n buzznin'
In his dunjing of despair
Prisoners grummle an' piss dey' clothes
'N scratch dey' matted hair
A tiny light fum a window-hole
A hunnit yards away
Is all dey ever gets t'know
'Bouts de reg'luh life in de day

An' it stink so bad, de stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In de room where de giant fowah-puffer woikin',
'N de torchum never stops
De torchum never stops
De torchum,
De torchum,
De torchum never stops
(Go on, 'DEWLLA! Play dat lil' guitar one mo' 'gin!)

(spoken)

Uh-oh! I smells trubba! He be messin' wit pigmeat heahhh! Muthafucker be rejectin' some CO-LOG- NUH directly into de DUO-DEENUM of de unsuspecting victim! Now he gone see if he immune to it by eatin' a dab hisseff!

(singing)

Flies all green an' buzznin'
In his dunjing of despair
An EVIL PRINCE eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber, right near dere

He eat de snouts an' de trotters foist!
De loins an' de groins id soon re-spersed
His carvin' style id well re-hoist
He stan' 'n shout:

All main be coist!
All main be coist!
All main be coist!
All main be coist!

An' dis-ergree? Well, no one durst . . .
He de best, of cose, of all de woist
Some wrong been done, he done it foist . . .
An' he stink so bad, his bones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops,
In de vat of GALOOT CO-LOG-NUH,
Where de Re-zease be berlin' up
Berlin' an' uh boilin' up
CO-LOG-NUH!
CO-LOG-NUH!
GALOOT CO-LOG-UH-NUH!

(spoken)

Oh! Do yoseff a favum 'n DON'T USE IT! Oooooooh! Look at THESE ugly suckers! Boy, when white folks come back fum bein' dead, they sho' gets scary-lookin'! But don't take their appearance too seriously, people, 'cause dey say dis de sort o' folks dat belongs on BROADWAY!

Evil Prince:
(singing)

Somewhere, over there, I can tell,
There's a voice of
A potato-headed whatchamacallit
Who does not wish me well!

His clothes are quite stupid,
And also his shoes!
He's got a big ol' duck-mouth!
(Who knows how he chews!)

He thinks he knows something
About THE GREAT PLAN!
How ULTIMATE BLANDNESS
Must RULE and COMMAND

He knows not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for doing
This criminal shit
And then, if he did,
Would it matter a bit?
Not at all!
Because IT IS WRIT:

Our BEIGE-BLANDISH GOD
Tends to CERTIFY IT:

"Only the boring and bland shall survive!
Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!"
Take it or leave it, you won't be alive,
If you are overtly CREATIVE!

Fairies and faggots and queers are
'CREATIVE'
All the best music on Broadway is
'NATIVE'

Who will step forward
And end all this trouble?
For beige-blandish citizens,
Clutching the rubble
Of vanishing dreams
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'CREATIVE' confusement!

Soon, my brave Zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
(Along with the remnants of
EVERYTHING NEW)
My HOLY DISEASE will do
Wonders for you!
Those lovely producers
Who paid for you 'then'
Will do it again, and again, and again!

The spying potato
With horrible diction
Will rot in the garbage
When this show's eviction
Takes place shortly after
My alternate skill
Of THEATRICAL SABOTAGE
Triumphs YOUR will!

I've a special review
I've been saving for years
For a show just like this,
With POTATOES and QUEERS

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and dull
I'll say it makes boils inside of your skull
I'll say it's the worst-of-the-worst of the year,
No wind down the plain, and it's hard on your ear
I'll say it's the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that it's tasteless, and that you will find
A better excuse to spend money or time
At a Tupper-Ware Party,
So, do be a smarty!
Hold on to that dollar
A little while longer
For spending it here,
Why, it couldn't be wronger!

WHAT'S HAPPENED TO BROADWAY?
WHERE'S IT GONE, ALL THE GLITTER?
THE 'HEART' AND THE 'SOUL'
THE PATTER?
THE PITTER?

And after this deadly review hits the paper,
In will come ROPER, BENDER & RAPER,
To legally execute all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains

Thing-Fish:
(singing)

Flies all green an' buzznin'
In his dunjing of despair
Who are all o' dem ZOMBIES
Dat he fuckin' wit down dere?
Are dey crazy?
Are dey sainted?
Are dey STAGE-KRAFF someone painted?

It have never been explained,
Since at first it were created,
But, a MUSICAL, like we's in,
Require a WHOLE BUNCH O' EVERYTHIN'!
We talkin' EVERYTHIN' DAT EVER BEEN!
Look at her!
Look at him!

Dat what de deal we dealing in
Dat what de deal we dealing in
Dat what de deal we dealing in
Dat what de deal we dealing in

6. That Evil Prince
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Thing-Fish
Civilization Phaze III
Everything Is Healing Nicely

FZ synclavier

Harry:

RHONDA, that EVIL PRINCE . . . he certainly does have a way about him!

Rhonda:

At least HE didn't piss on my fox . . . and HE has REAL BROADWAY STARS for personal acquaintances!

Harry:

They're all dead, dear . . . Zombies, I believe . . . the 'walking dead' . . . Jack Palance did a show on them once.

Rhonda:

Oh my God! Look at what he's doing with that stuff from inside the pig! Yuck! That's disgusting! Are you sure this guy is a PRINCE?

Harry:

He's an EVIL PRINCE, dear . . . and part-time theater critic! They don't make a heck-of-a-lot of money, y'know! We should probably feel sorry for him. You have to admit, those ARE some of the least expensive cuts of pork.

Thing-Fish:

Don't you white folks know nothin'? Dat cock-sucker not only mean 'n dangerous, he ignint in regards to de prep'ratium o' food-stuffs! Even in SAN QUENTIM I never seen nobody eat a RAW CHITLIN'! De muthafucker be CRAZY! An' when dat gobbige make it's way thoo de digestium process, you bes' be hopin' you on yo' way outa heahh! Next item de boy be inventin' come under de headin' o' industrial pollutium!

Harry:

Just what are these . . . chitlin's?

Thing-Fish:

Dat dere id perhaps de questium most frequently posed by members of yo' species! I'll jes' gets de MAMMYS t'hep me relucidate dis bafflin' concept wit another thrillin' numbuh!

7. You Are What You Is

Thing-Fish:

Straighten up in dat chair and pay ATTENTIUM! People, dis is fo yo' own good! Do YOU know what YOU ARE?

Ensemble:
(displaying Dummy #1)

Do you know what you are?

Thing-Fish:

Dat what I ast ya!

Ensemble:

You are what you is
You is what you am

Thing-Fish:

And DAT de trufe!

Ensemble:

(A cow don't make ham . . . )

Thing-Fish:

I meant dat now!

Ensemble:

You ain't what you're not

Thing-Fish:

Not even hardly . . .

Ensemble:

So see what you got

Thing-Fish:

And you got a lot o' lookin' t'do, junior!

Ensemble:

You are what you is

Thing-Fish:

Dat entirely TOO CORRECT!

Ensemble:

An' that's all it 'tis!

Thing-Fish:

Uh-HUHHHH!

Ensemble:

A foolish young man

Thing-Fish:

Bring dat dummy ovuh heah 'n show it to 'em!

Ensemble:

Stashed away in SAN QUENTIM
Ate de mys'try potatoes

Thing-Fish:

Told ya 'bout dem 'taters!

Ensemble:

EVIL PRINCE was inventin'
Now he talk like de THING-FISh

Thing-Fish:
(manipulating the dummy)

("Hmmmm, Saffiiiee!")

Ensemble:

An' he look like a MAMMY!

Thing-Fish:
(manipulating the dummy)

("See de mammy, now! See de mammy, now!")

Ensemble:

His fav'rit CO-LOG-NUMM . . .

Thing-Fish:

Smell like . . .

Sister Potato Head Bobby Brown, Sister Ghenghis Adonis Osmosis, Sister Jasmine Noxema Tapioca:

CHITLINS!

Ensemble:

Is de one dey call 'SAMMY'!

Thing-Fish:

One-Adam-Twelve . . . see de mammy . . .

Ensemble:

He finally layin'

Thing-Fish:

Armed 'n dangerous, reproach wit cautium!

Ensemble:

De whole thang down,
'Cept de NIVEA LOTIUM!

Thing-Fish:

Rub it on good, now!

Ensemble:

An de ROYAL CROWN!

Thing-Fish:

Take good care o' dat "ASH"!

Ensemble:

Do you know what you are?

Thing-Fish:

You's a wimp . . . she's a shrew!

Ensemble:

You are what you is

Thing-Fish:

Got dat?

Ensemble:

You is what you am

Thing-Fish:

One-Adam-Twelve, see de mammy agin'!

Ensemble:

(A cow don't make ham . . . )

Thing-Fish:

And it never will . . .

Ensemble:

You ain't what you're not,

Thing-Fish:

Unless SCIENCE do somethin' 'bout it!

Ensemble:

So see what you got!

Thing-Fish:

I KNOW dey woikin' on it . . .

Ensemble:

You are what you is,

Thing-Fish:

Underneath VIRGINIA!

Ensemble:

An' that's all it 'tis!

Thing-Fish:

BOOG-BOOGMMM, Dano . . . "MAMMY ONE"!

Ensemble:
(showing Dummy #2)

A foolish young man
Of de negro persuasion
Devoted his life
To become a caucasian
He stopped eating pork
He stopped eating greens
He trade his dashiki

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:
(manipulating the dummy)

("Uhuru!")

Ensemble:

For some Jordache Jeans!

He learned to play golf
An' he got a good score
Now he says to himself:
"I AIN'T NO . . . "

Thing-Fish:

"NIGNINT!"

Ensemble:

"NO MORE . . . HEY! HEY! HEY!"

Thing-Fish:

One-Adam-Twelve, see de "NIGNINT" wit knife . . . proceed wif cautium . . . knife may be open . . .

Ensemble:

BWANA MA-COO-BAH

Harry:

All Right! Let's go!

Ensemble:

MERCEDES BAINNNZZZZZ!

Ensemble:

Who is who?

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:
(singing)

I don't know . . .

Ensemble:

'N what is what

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Somethin' I just don't know . . .

Ensemble:

'N why is this

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Tell me now . . .

Ensemble:

Appropriot

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

That's a funny pronunciation,
If'n ever I heard one!

Ensemble:

If you don't like

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Where'd you get that word?

Ensemble:

What you has got

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Appropriot?
The word is not!

Ensemble:

Drop it in the dirt

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Drop it, yeah!

Ensemble:

'N let it rot

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I can smell it now!

Ensemble:

Someone else

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Here de come, here de come!

Ensemble:

Will surely come

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I told you he was comin'!

Ensemble:

'N pick it up

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

That's right!

Ensemble:

'Cause he wants some

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

An' he wants it for free!

Ensemble:

And when one day

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

There will come a day!

Ensemble:

You wonder who

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I wonder too!

Ensemble:

You used to was

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Who I was, anyway!

Ensemble:

'N what you do

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I used to work at the post office!

Ensemble:

You'll scratch your head

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

But I don't wanna un-do my doo!

Ensemble:

'N look around

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

To see what's goin' on!

Ensemble:

But what you lost

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Can't seem to find it!

Ensemble:

Will not be found

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

A Mercedes Benz!

Ensemble:

Do you know what you are?

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I know!

Ensemble:

You are what you is

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I'm the kinda guy . . .

Ensemble:

You is what you am

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

That ought to be drivin'

Ensemble:

A cow don't make ham

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

A four-fifty SLC . . .

Ensemble:

You ain't what you're not

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

A big ol' RED ONE!

Ensemble:

So see what you got

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk!

Ensemble:

You are what you is

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin'!

Ensemble:

An' that's all it is

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Gimme a five dollar bill!

Ensemble:

YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

And an overcoat too . . .

Ensemble:

AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Where's my waitress, yeahhhh!

Ensemble:

YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

Robbie, take me to Greek Town!

Ensemble:

AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I'm harder than yer husband;
Harder than yer husband!

Ensemble:

YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I'm goin' down to White Street, to the Mudd Club, y'all!

Ensemble:

AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

I'm goin' down 'n work the wall!
'N work the floor

Ensemble:

YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:
'N work the pipe,
'N work the wall some more!

Ensemble:

AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS

8. Mudd Club

Sister Owl-Gonkwin-Jane Cow-Hoon:

And here we are,
At the Mudd Club, y'all!
I hope you enjoy yourself,
'Cause the show's about to begin!

Ensemble:

Hey, they're really dancin',
(They're on AUTO-DESTRUCT)
On the floor
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall

Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it up
On the side
In the back
By the front of the stage

They ain't really crazy
(You can take it from me)
I should know,
'Cause I go
Every time I'm in town

If you never tried it,
Lemme straighten you out:
It's the best kinda place
To un-fasten yerself!

MUDD CLUB!

Thing-Fish:

All the way downtown!

Ensemble:

MUDD CLUB!

Thing-Fish:

They ain't messin' around!

Ensemble:

MUDD CLUB!

Thing-Fish:

Just turn to the left 'n look around,
Because it's there SOMEWHERE!

If you ain't found it,
Better hurry up!
The folks down there's on
AUTO-DESTRUCT,
And so can YOU be, TOO!
(De fact o' de matter,
it's MADE FOR YOU!)

Try it on a Saturday
'Bout four o'clock in the mornin',
Or even a Monday,
At midnight,
When there's just a few
Of them severely ignint white folks
Doin' the Peppermint Twist (for real)

In a black sack dress,
(With nine-inch heels),
And then a guy
With a BLUE MOHAWK come in,
In Serious Leather . . .

(And all the rest
Of whom
For which
To when-so-never
Of partially indeterminate
Biochemical degradation

SEEK 'THE PATH'
To the sudsy yellow nozzle
Of their
Foaming nocturnal
Parametric-digital
Whole-wheat/inter-faith
Geo-thermal
Terpsichorean Ejectamenta)

In Serious Leather!
In Serious Chains!

'N den dey works de wall!
Dey works de floor!
Dey works de pipe!
'N dey works de wall SOME MORE!

In Serious Leather!
Serious Chains!
Serious Clothing!

From when they come downtown
From the ruins of Studio '54
To Twist 'n Frugg,
In an arrogant gesture to
THE BEST
Of what de 20th Century have to offer,
Including a generous supply
Of 'IGNINT McNUGGET'!

QUENTIN ROBERT DE NAMELAND
Down there right now,
With a whole face-full of 'IGNINT McNUGGET',
Looking for a virgin with nice breath!

Sister Jasmina Noxema-Tapioca & Sister Potato-Head Bobby Brown:
(two-part harmony)

Why, maybe it's YOU!

Thing-Fish:

And YOU don't even know it!

Ensemble:

Hey, they're really dancin',

Thing-Fish:

Dey REALLY dancin' . . .

Ensemble:

They're on AUTO-DESTRUCT!
On the floor
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall!

Thing-Fish:

Right offa dat wall, too!

Ensemble:

Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it up

Thing-Fish:

Dey tearin' it off!

Ensemble:

On the side
In the back
By the front of the stage

Thing-Fish:

Took de boy's Mohawk off!

Ensemble:

They ain't really crazy
(You can take it from me)

Thing-Fish:

Uh-OH! I smells trubba!

Ensemble:

I should know,
'Cause I go
Every time I'm in town

Thing-Fish:

CHRISTIANS comin' up!

Ensemble:

If you never tried it,
Lemme straighten you out:

Thing-Fish:

Lemme straighten you out, now . . .

Ensemble:
It's the best kinda place
To un-fasten yerself, while you . . .

Thing-Fish:

Get off dat wall now . . .

9. The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing

Thing-Fish:

Boy!

Ensemble:

WORK THE WALL!

Thing-Fish:

Dey workin' de wall!

Ensemble:

WORK THE FLOOR!

Thing-Fish:

Dey not only woikin' it, dey turnin' de damn thing!

Ensemble:

WORK THE PIPE!

Thing-Fish:

De pipe?

Ensemble:

(IN SERIOUS PAIN)

Thing-Fish:

Welcome to the QUENTIN ROBERT DE NAMELAND VIDEO CHAPEL OF ECONOMIC WORSHIP!

Ensemble:
(singing)

Some take THE BIBLE
For what it's worth
When it says that THE MEEK
Shall inherit THE EARTH
Well, I heard that some Sheik
Has bought New Jersey last week,
'N you suckers ain't gettin' DOODLY!

Is all de MAMMYS really wrong,
If we's wandrin' aroun'
Wit' de nakkin on?
Big ol' lips like a duck,
While we's singin' dis song,
(EVIL PRINCE, people, he cain't do NOTHIN'!)

Thing-Fish:

You say yo' life a 'BUM DEAL',
'N yo' 'UP AGAINST DE WALL'?
Well, people, you ain't got no kinda
'DEAL' at all!

Now de shit dey be doin'
Down in WASHINGTUM,

Ensemble:

Dey just takes care

Thing-Fish:

Dey takin' care

Ensemble:

O' 'NUMBER ONE,'

Thing-Fish:

O' 'NUMBER ONE'!

Ensemble:

An' 'NUMBER ONE' ain't YOU!

Thing-Fish:

Oh no! It ain't YOU or YOU!

Ensemble:

YOU ain't even 'NUMBER TWO'!

Thing-Fish:

(Push de button, pull dat chain,
Out come dat lil' brown
Choo-choo train!)

Ensemble:

Those JESUS-FREAKS,
Well, they're friendly, BUT,
The SHIT they BELIEVE
Has got their minds ALL SHUT,

An' they don't even CARE
When 'THE CHURCH' takes a 'CUT'!
(Ain't it BLEAK when you've got so much
NOTHIN'?)

Thing-Fish:

Wohhhhhh, so whaddya do?

Ensemble:

EAT that PORK!
'N EAT that HAM!
Laugh till ya choke
On BILLY GRAHAM!
BROWN MOSES, AARON, 'n ABRAHAM:
They're ALL a waste of TIME,
'N it's YOUR ASS that's ON THE LINE!

Thing-Fish:

Wohhhhhh, heah me talkin' to ya, now,
IT'S YOUR ASS THAT'S ON THE LINE!

Ensemble:

Do what you WANNA,

Thing-Fish:

Ohh! Do what ya wanna!

Ensemble:

Do WHAT YOU WILL,

Thing-Fish:

Do what you will!

Ensemble:

Just DON'T MESS UP

Thing-Fish:

Don't mess it!

Ensemble:

YOUR NEIGHBOR'S THRILL,

Thing-Fish:

Dat's right!

Ensemble:

'N when you PAY THE BILL,

Thing-Fish:

Aww, when y'pay de bill . . .

Ensemble:

Kindly LEAVE A LITTLE TIP,

Thing-Fish:

One-Adam-Twelve . . .

Ensemble:

And help the NEXT POOR SUCKER

Thing-Fish:

See de sucker . . .

Ensemble:

On his ONE WAY TRIP!
(SOME TAKE THE BIBLE!)

Thing-Fish:

Aw, gimme a half a duzzning fo' de hotel ruim!

10. Clowns On Velvet

Thing-Fish:
(contd.)

Thass right, folks! We talkin' de hypocritical Jeezis-jerknuh parodise dey call LAS VAGRUS NEVADRUH!

QUENTIN done booked in fo some clandestine recreatium wit a semi-deflateable 'woman of easy virtue' . . . (since dat be 'bouts de onliest kinda bitch be able to tolerate de muthafucker's hair spray!)

Bein' jes' like most de other nasty cocksuckers in de Video-Religium Industry, QUENTIN know a good thing when he see one, an dis ugly rubber waitress look to him like a dream come true . . . specially since his TV WIFE, OPAL, be in de next room drinkin' Jack Daniels 'n puttin' de hurts on some ignint bell-boy.

'Ventchlly when all de plookin' 'n thrashin' be done wif, de bell-boy (who turn out to be de illejiminit son o' de video preacher) gwine take a job at a gas statium in New Jersey . . . an' de blow-up dolly gwine come to life and fall in love wit de junior wimp who's gettin' ready to appear over in de corner deahhh.

Les' meet de lil' cocksucker now, while he's still young . . . 'cause, 'fo y'all knows it, he be reachin' adulthood and marry some bitch name RHONDA . . . 'n, by dat time, he gwine become what dey call an OVER-EDUCATED SHIT-HEAD!

11. Harry-As-A-Boy

Rhonda:

HARRY! HARRY, is that YOU as a BOY?

Harry:

Why, it MUST be! He's so charming and sweet and likeable!

Thing-Fish:

HARRY-AS-A-BOY, c'mon over 'n say a few words to de nice peoples!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

Hi, folks! Nice to be here!

Thing-Fish:

I's sure dere be lotsa folks like to know what yo' plans are . . . how y'intend t'be gwine about dis uncredibly serious bidniss o' GROWIN' UP IN ERMERICA!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

Well, I plan on making a few mistakes, having my heart broken and so forth, using all kinds of drugs, and turning gay as soon as possible in order to accelerate my rise to the 'top of the heap.'

Thing-Fish:

Ahh! Tremenjous, HARRY-AS-A-BOY, simply tre-MENJOUS! You practicin' up fo it wit anybody in po-ticlar now?

Harry-As-A-Boy:

I can't afford to study with anyone yet, since the bulk of my allowance goes for glue and Grateful Dead tickets, but soon I hope to be on my knees in a REAL HOMO BATH HOUSE . . . maybe when my folks go on vacation.

Thing-Fish:

Ain't you de clever one! Tell us, HARRY-AS-A-BOY, howdja recide upon dis heah life-style bein' DE ONE FO YOU?

Harry-As-A-Boy:

It was pretty simple, really. I lost all desire for intercourse with females when they started carrying those briefcases and wearing suits 'n ties.

Rhonda:

WHAT?

Harry-As-A-Boy:

Let's face it: that would be like fucking a slightly more voluptuous version of somebody's father! 'N I'm far too sensitive for such a traumatic experience!

Thing-Fish:

You means DE WOMENS' LIBROMATION MOVENINT done created de uncontrollable urgement to play dingle-dangle-dingle wit de personal requipment of yo own gender?

Harry-As-A-Boy:

To a degree . . . I mean . . . look, I'm not stupid! I know it's all a thoroughly workable government-sponsored program to control the Population Explosion, and, just like every other AMERICAN, I'm too concerned with MY OWN personal health and well being to think of devoting any of MY precious time to something as boring as 'REPRODUCTION'!

Rhonda:

HARRY, I used to think you were merely an OVER-EDUCATED SHIT-HEAD, but now that I finally have proof, it's going to give me GREAT PLEASURE to refer to you as an OVER-EDUCATED COCKSUCKER!

Harry:

Well, to be honest with you, dearest, I sort of . . . gulp, gulp . . .

Rhonda:

Where's the fairies on a string, HARRY? Huh? Riddle me this!

Thing-Fish:

Easy there, white folks! I told y'all'd be gettin' yo' fairies after while, 'n y'know dat sort o' thing take a little time to woik up to in yo' BROADWAY SITCHYATIUM! MAMMYS step faw'd 'n hep de lil' cocksucker out!

12. He's So Gay

Ensemble:
(singing)

He's so gay
(He's so gay)
He's very very gay
He's so gay
(He's gay)

Brown Moses:

Yes, he is
I guess he likes it
Yeah

Ensemble:

And he likes to be that way
With his keys on the right

Brown Moses:

Uh-huh

Ensemble:

He's into rubber every night

Brown Moses:

Into . . . into rubber?
Wha . . . the boy's into rubber every night!

Ensemble:

He's so gay
He's so gay

Brown Moses:

Oh, my goodness
Whoo . . .

Ensemble:

He's ALMOST EVERYONE TODAY

He's okay
He's okay

Brown Moses:

Yeah, that's what they say

Ensemble:

He's got a role he wants to play

Brown Moses:

Aww . . . look, have you ever SMELLED rubber?

Ensemble:

He's okay
He's okay

Brown Moses:

I guess it's okay, l-look at his woman, yeah . . .
I-I guess it's all right

Ensemble:

He's just a cowboy for a day

Brown Moses:

Mm-hmm

Ensemble:

Of course, his evening's not complete

Brown Moses:

Uh-huh

Ensemble:

Without some meat in the seat;

Brown Moses:

Don't tell me that

Ensemble:

Let's skate away
Down Santa Monica today
(Well well well)

Maybe he wants a little spanking

Brown Moses:

Uh . . . a spanking?

Ensemble:

Maybe he'll eat a little chain

Brown Moses:

Uh . . . well, eat the chain

Ensemble:

Maybe his lover should be thanking him

Brown Moses:

Uh-huh

Ensemble:

For the way he makes it sprinkle

Brown Moses:

Wait a minute . . .
Wh . . .

Ensemble:

Into drops of GOLDEN RAIN

Brown Moses:

M . . . makin' into rai . . . ?
Oh no!
What is the problem?
Uh-oh
UHH-OHh

Ensemble:

He's so gay
He's so gay

Brown Moses:

Yeah, that's what it is

Ensemble:

He rules the city in a way

Brown Moses:

Ohh boy . . .

Ensemble:

You could say
(You could say)

Brown Moses:

Wha . . . what could ya say?

Ensemble:

It's sorta different today

Brown Moses:

I agree

Ensemble:

All the taffeta and chintz

Brown Moses:

Uh . . . 'least the boy ain't gonna reproduce hisself again

Ensemble:

And every Leather Boy's a PRINCE

Brown Moses:

Uh-huh

Ensemble:

Hey hey hey!

Brown Moses:

Hey hey hey . . .

Ensemble:

Please don't look the other way

You could be just like him
TOMORROW!

Brown Moses:

Hoooo, that's shockin'!

Ensemble:

Mah-mah-mah-mah-mah-mah

Brown Moses:

Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh
Ooof!

Ensemble:

Maybe you'll get a chance

Brown Moses:

I'm telling ya

Ensemble:

To borrow
(Borrow)

Brown Moses:

What I'm a borrow?

Ensemble:

His bouquet

Brown Moses:

No way!

Ensemble:

And maybe later . . .

Brown Moses:

Don't you tell me this

Ensemble:

MAYBE LATER

Brown Moses:

I said don't you tell me this!

Ensemble:

We'll ALL BE
GAY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!

Brown Moses:

No! No! No!
Oh, gay . . .

Ensemble:

DO YOU REALLY WANNA HURT ME?

Brown Moses:

You just did!

FZ:

MOO-AHHH!

13. The Massive Improve'lence

Thing-Fish:
(to the rubber girl)

Hmmm! Dat quite a massive improve'lence, dah-lin'! Jes' a few moments ago you was well on yo' way to bein' severely ugly! Now, thoo de magik o' stagekraff, de blubulence of yo' blobulence done reciprocated to a respectumal reclusium! Yow! SCIENCE!

(to HARRY & RHONDA)

Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, I b'lieves it's 'bout time fo yo pathetical miniaturized replicas to FALL IN LOVE! After all . . . dis lil' sucker already been fulla glue, homo-sectional extrusiums, 'n ARMY FOOD . . . nothin' left fo' him to do, 'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!

'Membuh, we's on BROADWAY! Muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' HEART, a lil' SOUL . . . 'n some TITTY TOO, ef dey can git it, so, les' get y'all in positium heah, 'n get dis silly business over wit! Y'all's takin' too goddam long to GROW UP IN ERMERICA!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

I suppose you're right, Mr. THING-FISH, but you'll have to admit . . . this is a rather awkward situation!

Harry:

That's right! Stage-craft is one thing, but this is ridiculous! Where did that stimulating little replica come from anyway?

Rhonda:

That's a GOOD QUESTION, HARRY! Don't let him wiggle out of it! Hound him mercifullessly until you receive a suitable answer!

Harry:

Now, just hold yourself in abeyance, RHONDA! I'll handle this! Look here, 'Mr. POTATO-HEAD,' what's the meaning of all this? Do you realize what you're asking my REPLICA to do? Do you expect him to literally FALL IN LOVE in front of all these people . . . with that artificial RHONDA over there?

Thing-Fish:

Whoa, do de Pope shit in de woods?

Harry:

Now, just hold on there, buddy! Let's be serious! The toilet training of exalted religious personalities is not our primary topic of discussion!

Rhonda:

HARRY, that's wonderful! The way you're just rearing up on your hind legs like that! That's terrific! So what if you suck a little cock every once in a while! That's TERRIFIC!

Thing-Fish:
(to HARRY)

Look heuhhh, sweetheart, they's somethin' fishy gwine on . . . all I's wantin' to do is get de romantic in'trust out de way so we can git back to de EVIL PRINCE, 'n see what de fuck we gone do 'bouts HIM! De way you's givin' me de lip, lead me to infer a subterior motivatium!

Harry:
(singing)

I WANT A NUN!
I WANT A NUN!
I WANT A BURRO,
IN THE FROSTY LIGHT!

Thing-Fish:

You want a NUN? De boy want a NUN? What de fuck kinda NUN you want?

Harry:
(singing)

I CAN'T SEEM TO MAKE UP MY MIND!
SOMETHING ABOUT MAMMYS
SEEMS SO SUBLIME . . .
THAT'S THE BROADWAY WORD
USED WHEN THEY RHYME
A SONG ABOUT LOVE!

Thing-Fish:

But, on BROADWAY, it's a NEW DAY! Ain'tcha hoid? Yo' unrequired desirin's be mo' suited to de ZOMBY-FOLK up in de EVIL PRINCE'S lab-mo-to-rium!

Harry:
(whimpering)

Don't make fun of me . . . PLEASE! I know I'm not the most desirable kind of fellow a 'MAMMY NUN' could choose for intimate companionship . . . but . . . but . . . gosh-darn-it, I'd TRY . . . I'd REALLY TRY to make you HAPPY!

Rhonda:

HARRY . . . you are . . . a worm . . . a disgusting WORM! YOU WORMMMMMM! You are nothing but a WORMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Thing-Fish:

Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! Would y'all like to use my nakkin' one mo' time?

Harry:

Oh, YES! YES! Give me . . . your . . . how do you say it? 'NAY'KIN'? Oh!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

I think this is going too far, Mr. THING-FISH! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow to maturity yet! The ARTIFICIAL RHONDA is pining away for my wholesome companionship, just over there! This isn't right! You're letting everything get all out of sequence!

Thing-Fish:

Whoa! I gots yo' 'SEQUENCE' hangin', boy! Get outs de way! Cain't y'see dat de mizzable cock-sucker you ultimately gwine become done fell in love wit' a 'MAMMY NUN'! Awright, which one idit, sweetheart?

Harry:

I . . . I . . . can't seem to make up my mind . . . you're all so . . . MASTERFUL! So SENSUOUS . . . you're so INCREDIBLY TALENTED!

Rhonda:

. . . a wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! You are a FUCKING WOR-R-R-R-R-R-R-MMMMMMMMM!

Thing-Fish:

Makes up yo' mind, dahlin'! We ain't gots all night heahhh! Intromissium be comin' up putty quick! Folks be headin' on out to de lobby fo' dem MASH POTATOES we tole 'em 'bout earlier!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

I insist on FALLING IN LOVE, right now, this very moment, and I don't care what you do with HIM . . .

Thing-Fish:

Go 'head on den . . . go git yo' deflateable bitch ovuh deah! Judgin' fum all de fuss, you ain't in much better shape den de large economy size been clutchin' at my nakkin!

We gots a love song (jes' yo' type), bridgin' de conceptiumal gap between what you IS, what you THINK you is, what WE think you is, what you is GONNA BE, 'n also what yo' rubberized madonna be somewhat remindin' me of!

SISTER OB'DEWLLA 'X', gather de mo' sensitive MAMMYS together fo' harmonicizatiumal purposes, while de ones with de M.B.A.'s hit de lobby 'n sell some shit, 'fo de customers over-run yo' ass! Meanwhile, lil' guy, go get yo' rubber girl 'n esspress yo-seff!

14. Artificial Rhonda

Thing-Fish:

Don't look OB'DEWLLA! It's too horrible! I b'lieve de muthafucker 'bout to ask dat rubber girl to dance!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

Hey, good-lookin'!

Thing-Fish:

See! I told ya!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

May I have this dance?

Thing-Fish:

Muthafucker barf me right on outa here, AN' gag me wit a spoon!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Do you come here often?

Thing-Fish:

YOW!

Harry-As-A-Boy:
(singing)

I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talk back like a lady might do
An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through
And her name is
A-R-T-I
F-I-C, I cry
A-L, don't be shy!
ARTIFICIAL RHONDA
With the plastic pie

Her eyes is all shut in a ecstasy face
I can cram it down her throat, people, any old place!
Then I throw the little switch on her battery pack
'N I can poot it, I can shoot it till it makes her gack!
And her name is
A-R-T-I
F-I-C, I cry
A-L, don't be shy!
ARTIFICIAL RHONDA
With the plastic pie

Ensemble:

De boy got a girl wit' a lil' rubber haid
Rinse her out evvy night, jes befo' he go t'bed
He gonna grow up, 'n marry dat trash
Wit a ugly rubber head, an' a 'flateable gash

She jes' de kinda girl dis sucker might need
He's a little bit dumb, peoples, yes indeed
De boy wanna 'RHONDA', jeffo hisseff!
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'
She gonna take what he got 'til nothin' be lef'[/quote]

[Lulu64]

idézet:

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I WENT THE GAY WAY...By The Backside Boys
(Listed below are the lyrics to Howard Stern's
song parody of the Backstreet Boys'
"I Want It That Way", which was first performed on 9/27/99)

Opening Music

Howard Stern singing:
This song.. makes me cry, makes me crave.. a man's backside.
Every time I hear this dumb song played, I feel like I'm gay.
I watch.. the telly While Ralph.. shaves my belly.
People wonderin' if I'm still straight.. am I going gay?
Get K-Y.. this song makes my butt ache.
Need a Guy.. homo love could be a mistake.
Get K.Y...Men's backside's are a dirty place.
Could I go the gay way?

Fred Norris singing:
Jackie.. bend ooover, and bark loud.. like Ro-ver..
Would K.C. be my love sla-ave? If I went the gay way.

Howard Stern singing:
Get K-Y!.. I'm singin' like a sissy.
Get K-Y!.. Ralph come and see my butt cheeks.
Get K-Y!.. I'm thinkin' 'bout the ballet
Could I go the gay way?

Fred Norris singing:
Will there be pain, man I can not explain, what's coming over me?
If I start to resist, please don't use fist, or I might need some surgery!

Howard Stern singing:
I watch.. the telly.. while Ralph.. shaves my belly.

Homo.. homo.. homo.. homo.. homo.. With every passing day!

Howard Stern singing:
Get K-Y!.. Would I like to see a sphincter?
Get K-Y!.. No smell is more distincter!
Get K-Y!.. I wonder what my wife would say!
If I went the gay way.

Get K-Y!.. I really Need a Sphincter
Get K-Y!.. No smell is more distincter
Get K-Y!.. I wonder what my wife would say
If i went the gay way

Get K-Y!..Sphincter, Sphincter, Sphincter, Sphincter
Get K-Y!..Di stincter, stincter, stincter
Get K-Y!..I wonder what my wife would say
If i went the gay way

If I..went the gay way.[/quote]

[ 2002. december 20.: Lulu640 szerkesztette a hozzászólást ]

[lameXpert]

idézet:

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LGT : Kék asszony

Elmegyek, elmegyek, messze megyek,
Egy kék asszony elvitte a szívemet.
Nem maradt utána más, csak egy dal,
Nem maradt utána óó más, csak egy dal.

Szomorú kék volt az égõ szeme,
Szomorú kék volt és beszélt vele.
Tudta, hogy nem látom többé sosem,
Tudta, hogy nem látom óóó többé sosem.

Szomorú kék volt az esõtlen ég,
Elfordította már gyorsan fejét,
Elfedte arcát és elment hamar,
Nem maradt utána óóóó más, csak egy dal.

Ha jönne egy asszony, ki engem keres,
Mondjátok meg, hogy a szívem üres.
Magányból születhet tán még egy dal,
Magányból születhet óó tán még egy dal,

instr.,

Szomorú kék volt az égõ szeme,
Szomorú kék volt és beszélt vele.
Tudta, hogy nem látom többé sosem,
Tudta, hogy nem látom óóó többé sosem.

Elmegyek, elmegyek, messze megyek,
Egy kék asszony elvitte a szívemet.
Nem maradt utána más, csak egy dal,
Nem maradt utána óó más, csak egy dal.

||: más, csak egy dal :|| [/quote]

[lameXpert]

idézet:

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Rapülõk : Nem adom fel!

A tükör elõtt állok, és iszonyú a látvány,
Csak bámulok, mint egy ma született hátrány.
"Na, mi a gond? Na, mondd, mi a gond?!"
Valaki mondja meg, hogy ki vagyok, és pont!

Hát idehallgass most, kishaver,
Örülj, ha valaki még hátba ver!
Ne filozofálj, hidd el, az a fõ,
Hogy sok pénz legyen és elég nõ!

Mi ez a kivagyiság, mikor a lényeg az,
Hogy kinek látszol és kinek játszol,
Hiszen elmúlsz húsz és elmúlsz negyven,
És elmúlsz lassan, szépen és csendben.

Sakk. Sokk. Ez nem valami sok.
Évek óta kutatom, hogy mégis ki vagyok.
Nem hõs, nem nõs, nem gyémánt és nem is agyag,
Se csúcstechnika, se hanyag anyag.

Gyors vagyok a lánynak, a zsarunak személy,
Moszkvában gazdag, de idehaza szegény.
Törpének óriás, óriásnak törpe,
Playboynak téboly, egyenesnek görbe.

Hát idehallgass most, kishaver,
Örülj, ha valaki még hátba ver!
Ne filozofálj, hidd el, az a fõ,
Hogy sok pénz legyen és elég nõ!

Lemehetsz hídba, de nincs, aki felavat,
Híd sem vagy, szedd össze magadat!
Nem vár se dicsfény, se kárhozat,
Tettes se vagy, se áldozat.

De nehogy már a nyúl vigye a vadászpuskát,
A befõtt pedig eltegye a nagymamát!
Én kérdezek, amíg szétesek,
És ha nincs, aki felel, én nem adom fel

Nem adom fel, míg egy darabban látsz,
Nem adom fel, míg életben találsz,
Nem adom fel, míg nem robbanok szét,
Míg akad egy kerék, mi tovább vihet még,
Mi tovább forog még.

Néha félek, hogy élek, s bárhova nézek,
Az ég és a föld közé - na szép! - jól beférek.
Éppen ideférek,
Akár a hamburgerbe a ledarált részek

És az akarok lenni, aki akkor voltam,
Mikor az akartam lenni, ami most vagyok.
A kérdést kilövöm az ûrbe, ha kell,
Hátha válaszolnak rá a marslakók.

Már megint ez a duma hé, kishaver,
Örülj, ha valaki még hátba ver!
Ne filozofálj, hidd el, az a fõ,
Hogy sok pénz legyen és elég nõ!

Mi ez a kivagyiság, mikor a lényeg az,
Hogy kinek látszol és kinek játszol,
Hiszen elmúlsz húsz és elmúlsz negyven,
És elmúlsz lassan, szépen és csendben.

De nehogy már a nyúl vigye a vadászpuskát,
A befõtt pedig eltegye a nagymamát!
Én kérdezek, amíg szétesek,
És ha nincs, aki felel, én nem adom fel[/quote]

[lameXpert]

idézet:

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Zalatnay Sarolta : Hol jár az eszem?

Hol jár az eszem? Csak a csengõt figyelem.
Érzem szívemen, hogy ez majdnem szerelem.
Kedves szóra nem vártam így soha talán.
Hol jár az eszem? Mindig csak nála jár.

Elmúlt egy nap már, s nem láttam õt.
Úgy hajtanám rohanón az idõt!

Hol jár az eszem? Csak a csengõt figyelem.
Nem jó egyedül, de én várnék szívesen,
Várnék, ha õ is érzi, és ugyanúgy vár,
Hol jár az eszem? Mindig csak nála jár.

Elmúlt egy nap már, s nem láttam õt.
Úgy hajtanám rohanón az idõt!

Hol jár az eszem? Csak a csengõt figyelem.
Nem jó egyedül, de én várnék szívesen,
Várnék, ha õ is érzi, és ugyanúgy vár,
Hol jár az eszem? Mindig csak nála jár.

Nála jár. S várom már. [/quote]

[Lulu64]

idézet:

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VAN HALEN : JUMP

I get up, and nothing gets me down
You got it tough/I've seen the toughest around
And I know, baby, just how you feel
You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real

Oh can't you see me standing here
I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Oh can't you see what I mean?

Might as well jump/Jump
Might as well jump
Go ahead, and jump/Jump
Go ahead, and jump

Ah-oh/Hey you/Who said that?/Baby how you been?
You say you don't know, you won't know/Until you begin

Well can't you see me standing here
I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Oh can't you see what I mean

Might as well jump/Jump
Go ahead, and jump
Might as well jump/Jump
Go ahead, and jump/JUMP

(guitar solo)

(keyboard solo)

Might as well jump/Jump
Go ahead, and jump
Get it and jump/Jump
Go ahead, and jump
JUMP/JUMP/JUMP/JUMP (fade out)[/quote]

[Lulu64]

idézet:

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Yes: Owner Of A Lonely Heart

Move yourself
You always live your life
Never thinking of the future
Prove yourself
You are the move you make
Take your chances win or loser
See yourself
You are the steps you take
You and you and that's the only way
Shake, shake yourself
You're every move you make
So the story goes

{Refrain} Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than a
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart

Say you don't want to chance it
You've been hurt so before
Watch it now The eagle in the sky
How he dancin' one and only
You, lose yourself
No not for pity's sake
There's no real reason to be lonely
Be yourself Give your free will a chance
You've got to want to succeed

{Refrain}
Owner of a lonely heart
After my own decision
They confused me so
Owner of a lonely heart
My love said never question your will at all
In the end you've got to go Look before you leap
Owner of a lonely heart
And don't you hesitate at all, no no

{Refrain twice}
Owner of a lonely heart
Sooner or later each conclusion
Will decide the lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
It will excite it will delight
It will give a better start
Owner of a lonely heart
Don't deceive your free will at all
Don't deceive your free will at all
Owner of a lonely heart
Don't deceive your free will at all
Just receive it[/quote]

[lameXpert]

idézet:

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PA-Dö-Dö : Ugye nem unod még?

Én nem várok holnapig, mer' a Koncz Zsuzsa nem itt lakik
Azok a boldog szép napok rég elmúltak,
A Moszkva téri lányok megcsúnyultak
Savanyú a csokoládé, trombitás Frédi már a másé vagy

Ugye mi jó barátok vagyunk, a Hotel Mentolban lakunk
Azt beszéli már az egész város,
Hogy a Koncz Zsuzsa férje a Bródy János
Repül a bálna álljunk vigyázzba
Újra itt van a tinédzser lamúr

Forog a lemez ugye nem unod még
Hiszen neked is van kicsi vagy nagy
Ezt fütyüli minden suszter és pék
Neked bosszantó, de lehet, hogy ezzel egyedül vagy

Tudod a téren hideg van, ballag egy katona a fagyban
Júlia nem akar a földön járni
Rendõr van a járdán, cukros bácsi
Álmaimban Amerika vissza integet,
Trabanton szállni szédült élvezet

Forog a lemez ugye nem unod még
Hiszen neked is van kicsi vagy nagy
Ezt fütyüli minden suszter és pék
Neked bosszantó, de lehet, hogy ezzel egyedül vagy

Ott megy egy túl szexi párizsi lány,
Hogy ez a Koncz Zsuzsa milyen sovány
Kiégett a régi petróleum lámpa
Tele van a cipõm, by by Szása
Induljon a banzáj, ha elindul a vonat
És Kovács Katinak egy egész sor marad

Forog a lemez ugye nem unod még
Hiszen neked is van kicsi vagy nagy
Ezt fütyüli minden suszter és pék
Neked bosszantó, de lehet, hogy ezzel egyedül vagy[/quote]

[ 2002. december 20.: 19:00 szerkesztette a hozzászólást ]

[Herold]

Enigma - Turn Around


Turn around and I will show you something
Turn around and you will see
Life, like a real way out, a kind of LSD

Turn around, you're feeling all the changes
Turn around and you will feel
You'll reach your holiness
You are a part of me

Turn around and I will show you something
Turn around and I will show you something

Turn around and I will show you something
Turn around and you will see
Life, like a real way out, a kind of LSD

Turn around, you're feeling all the changes
Turn around and you will feel
You'll reach your holiness
You are a part of me

~~~~Sandra Whispers~~~~
Beyond The Invisible, Prism of Life
The Child In Us, Gravity of Love
Morphing Thru Time

Turn around and I will show you something
Turn around and you will see
Life, like a real way out, a kind of LSD

Turn around, you're feeling all the changes
Turn around and you will feel
You'll reach your holiness
You are a part of me

~~~~Sandra Whispers~~~~
The Screen Behind The Mirror, The Voice and the Snake
Principles of Lust, The Eyes of Truth, TNT for the Brain

Ne irascaris, Domine - Ne irascaris, Domine
Ne irascaris, Domine - Ne irascaris, Domine

Turn around and I will show you something
Turn around and you will see
Life, like a real way out, a kind of LSD

Turn around and I will show you something
Turn around and you will see
Life, like a real way out, a kind of LSD

t..t..t.. Turn around and I will show you something

[ 2002. december 20.: Herold szerkesztette a hozzászólást ]

[Lulu64]

idézet:

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Tankcsapda: Fekszem a földön

Fekszem a földön arccal a sárban,
A nõm az ágyban, más karjában.
A szám szélén csorgatom a nyálat,
Büdösebb vagyok, mint egy állat.

Olyan, mint elhagyni a varost.
Fizetsz, pedig nem vagy saros.
Fekszem a foldon, a bogarak csipnek,
Engem ma mar senki sem hiv meg.

A falhoz vagott uveget nezem,
Innek meg, ha lenne penzem.
Hideg, mint a fegyver csove a szamban.
Valami itt benn itt van a fejemben,
Valami itt benn itt van a fejemben,
Valaki itt van a fejemben, baby,
Itt van a fejemben, you-you.

Valami itt benn itt van a fejemben,
Valami itt benn itt van a fejemben,
Valaki itt van a fejemben, baby.

Itt van a fejemben valami itt benn,
Itt van a fejemben valami itt benn,
Itt van a fejemben valami itt benn,
Itt van a fejemben valami itt benn,
Baby!

Itt vagy a fejemben, baby![/quote]

[Lulu64]

idézet:

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[/quote]

[lameXpert]

idézet:

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Zorán : Így is jó
Zene: Presser Gábor Szöveg: Sztevanovity Dusán

Ahol szikrázóan kék az égbolt
Ahol szárnyalhat a szabad szél
Ahol kéznyújtásra már a csillag
De csak annak, aki égig ér

Ahol megverekszünk minden szóért
És már senkivel sem alkuszunk
Ugye jó barátom jól emlékszem
Nem is régen oda indultunk

Ma már neked is van címed, számod
Mi már sínen vagyunk, azt hiszem
Ugye alattad is autó berreg
Talán mindenkinek lesz ilyen

Ma már novemberben sem kell fáznod
És a fejed fölött tetõ áll
S hogyha jó idõ van, át sem ázik
És a hírlapíró megtalál

Mi a gyõzelemrõl megtanultuk
Hogy a részvétel a fontosabb
Hogy a vereség is fizet szépen
És a gyõztes sokkal fáradtabb

Hát minek törjük össze kezünk, lábunk
Ha már menet közben ülhetünk
Kár, hogy alig-alig vesszük észre
Hogy már nem megyünk, csak érkezünk

De nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Döcög a gép
De nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Langyos a sör
De nekünk így is jó

Én még emlékszem az elsõ dalra
Amit olvasatlan dobtak el
Aztán kitanultuk hogyan szóljon
Így már egész más, de megfelel

Megy a bicikli, ha jó a lejtõ
Te csak kapaszkodj a nyeregbe
És ha ráz egy kicsit, ne szólj semmit
Hiszen rosszabbul is mehetne

Hogyha találkozunk, el ne fordulj
Velem emelt fõvel rázz kezet
Én majd megértem, ha nem is mondod
Hogy a széllel szembe nem lehet

És nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Döcög a gép
De nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Langyos a sör, de nekünk így is jó

Ahol szikrázóan kék az égbolt
Ahol szárnyalhat a szabad szél
Ahol kéznyújtásra már a csillag
De csak annak, aki égig ér
Oda nem visz el se HÉV, se metró
Lám a bérkocsi sem arra jár
És mert nem hiszem, csak azért mondom
Kicsit hangosabban másoknál

Hogy nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Jobb nem is jár
Ha nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Langyos a sör
Ha nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Döcög a gép
Ha nekünk így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Hamis a harmonika
De így is jó, így is jó, így is jó
Vizes a bor
Ha nekünk így is jó
Jobb nem is jár
Ha nekünk így is jó[/quote]

[Lulu64]

idézet:

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Sash: Mysterious Times

Life
Mysterious life
Where we're moving around, dancing the rhythm of life.

Time
Mysterious time
Where we're counting the hours and days to the end of our time.

And we're feeling the change and we don't know why
Choose one direction just one more time
Don't say I'm thinking too much if you see what's behind.

And these are Mysterious Times
Mysterious Times
No trick of the mind
For this moment I feel like we live in Mysterious Times.
If you see what's behind, these are Mysterious Times.

Soul
I feel my soul
For this moment nobody can stop me from flying so high.

Real
Nothing is real
In a world of illusion you only see what you feel.

And we're feeling the change and we don't know why
Choose one direction just one more time
Don't say I'm thinking too much if you see what's behind.

And these are Mysterious Times
Mysterious Times
No trick of the mind
For this moment I feel like we live in Mysterious Times.
If you see what's behind, these are Mysterious Times.

If you see what's behind, these are Mysterious Times.[/quote]

[Herold]

Dr Alban - It's my life

It’s my life
take it or leave it set me free
What’s that crap-papa-know-it-all? I got my own life
Live your life and set me free mind your business
And leave my business you know everything papa-know-it-all
Very little knowledge is dangerous
Stop bugging me stop bothering me
Stop bugging me stop forcing me
Stop fighting me stop yelling me
It’s my life.

It’s my life
it’s my life my worries
It’s my life
it’s my life my problems
It’s my life
it’s my life my worries
It’s my life
it’s my life my problems.

It’s my life
do you understand?
I live the way I want to live
I make decisions day and night
show me signs and good exemples.
Stop telling people how to run your business
Take a trip to east and west you find
that you don’t know anything
Every’s getting tired of you sometime
you have to look and listen
You can even lears from me little knowledge is dangerous
It’s my life.

It’s my life ...

It’s my life set me free so you bed so you lie
What you see is what you get listen to people and sort things out
Things I do I do them no more things I say I say them no more
Changes comes once in life
Stop bugging me
stop bothering me
Stop bugging me
stop forcing me
Stop fighting me
stop yelling me
Stop telling me
stop seeing me
It’s my life.

[Herold]

Madonna - Like a Prayer

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

Chorus:

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

(chorus)

Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream
Let the choir sing

(chorus)

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me

[lameXpert]

[Herold]

The KLF - Justified and Ancient

OK man, take it away
Ummm-hmmm-hm
Whoah-nanananana
hmmmmm mmmm
Ummm-hmmm-hm-yeah
Ummm-hmmm-hm-yeah
Ummm-hmmm-hm-yeah
Ummm-hmmmmmm

They're justified and they're ancient
And they like to roam the land
They're justified and they're ancient
I hope you understand
They don't want to upset the apple cart
And they don't want to cause any harm
But if you don't like what they're going to do
You better not stop them cause they're coming through

They're justified and they're ancient
And they know what time is love
They're justified and they're ancient
Did they come from up above?
Rockman he's just made of bricks
And King Boy lost his screws
The JAMS don't need no master plan
To do whatever -- ever they can
Ummm-hmmm-hm
Whoah-nanananana, unh huh
All righhht, unh huh
Yeah

They're justified and they're ancient
And they like to roam the land
They're justified and they're ancient
I hope you understand
They don't want to upset the apple cart
And they don't want to cause any harm
But if you don't like what they're going to do
You better not stop them cause they're coming through

They're justified and they're ancient
And they know what time is love
They're justified and they're ancient
Did they come from up above?
Rockman he's just made of bricks
And King Boy lost his screws
The JAMS don't need no master plan
To do whatever -- ever they can
Ummm-hmmm-hm
Whoah-nanananana, unh huh

[Lulu64]

idézet:

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Sprint: Postakocsi

Kék ég alatt az erdõt járom,
Harsan a kürtszó messze-távol,
Hajt a lábam, reggel óta várok rád.
Postakocsin megyek hozzád,
Az út felett porfelhõ száll,
S vidám szívvel gondolok már rád.

Várhatsz rám, kedvesem, postakocsin érkezem,
Várhatsz rám, hosszú útról érkezem.
Várhatsz rám, kedvesem, postakocsin érkezem,
Elmesélem, mi történt velem.

Gyorsan vágtat a négy fehér ló,
Este vár egy jó fogadó,
Whiskyt mérnek, vidám ének hangja száll.
Füttyszó hangzik, amerre megyünk,
Gyereksereg körülöttünk,
És vidáman néz a nap le ránk.

Várhatsz rám, kedvesem, postakocsin érkezem,
Várhatsz rám, hosszú útról érkezem.
Várhatsz rám, kedvesem, postakocsin érkezem,
Elmesélem, mi történt velem.

Messze hangzik a kürtszó hangja,
Te is meghallod, ha vársz ma,
Estére végállomáshoz érkezünk.
Elhagytunk sok falut, várost,
Megismertünk több országot,
Hozzád mindig visszaérkezem.

Várhatsz rám, kedvesem, postakocsin érkezem,
Várhatsz rám, hosszú útról érkezem.
Várhatsz rám, kedvesem, postakocsin érkezem,
Elmesélem, mi történt velem.[/quote]

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[Tiara]

Ákos: Csillagok alatt

Csillagok alatt alszik a föld,
Lehet, hogy egyedül én vagyok ébren.
Suhognak körben a zajmadarak,
Társtalanul fekszem az éjben.

Csillagok alatt fekszik a test,
Az enyém, a tiéd, akárkié,
Könyörögnék, hogy engem szeress,
De nem ragyogsz rám már soha többé!

Csillagok alatt jár-kel a test,
Az enyém, a tiéd, vagy a másé.
A test csak izgága, gyönge hírnök,
Az életé vagy az elmúlásé?

Mondd csak, mi ez az álom,barátom?
Mondd csak, mi ez az ének, mi ez a dal,
Mit a távolban dúdolnak a vének?

Csillagok alatt fekszik a test,
Éget a föld, olyan hideg,
Akár a szegecselt acélfalak,
Fogva tartják az álmaimat.

Vigyázz a szóra, amit küldök:
Én mindig szeretni foglak.
Maradj meg titkos jelszavamnak,
Maradj meg védo csillagzatomnak!

Bárcsak hívnának maguk közé,
Hogy tudnám, hová tartozom!
Társtalanul fekszem az éjben,
Felho takarja csillagzatom.

[obersmith]

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