| Lyrics: | FZ: "Hello there, welcome to the show. No, we are not going
to play 'Cheepnis'- that's right-but
we are collecting underpants,
and we are collecting brassieres, we are collecting small
articles
of feminine underclothing. We are making a quilt... really-trust me.
So here's the
deal, if you're a girl and you're wearing a dress,
whip'em off, that's it, see? No problem. Even
with a pin... what
does it say? 'Nobody's perfect.' I guess so... What we got here?
Oh. Now
let's see what's on the inside. Uh huh, trainer coos.
Okay. S'more s'more ... Underpants,
brassieres, just send 'em up,
no problem. Oh, you'll warm up to it. If you're wearing pants
and
you have bikinis on underneath your pants, rip the edges and
pull 'em out; if you're
wearing those big old ugly cotton jobs go to
the toilet and take 'em off, okay? So far, ladies
and gentlemen,
the response from this particular community has not been
especially
gratifying. Perhaps you're a little bit too intellectual here. Here's
something
... tasteful, very tasteful... You'll get into it. Oh, some
more-look-it's almost like going to
a, well, never mind. Heh, heh, heh.
I just want to remind you that you are in direct competition
with Chicago,
which so far has produced the highest yield of female underclothes
of any
place in the United States. Oh, here's one, thank you very much.
Chicago, if you'll recall, was
the town in which we received the very
famous Voodoo Butter Underpants... heh heh ... the pants
that nearly
broke Tommy Mars' neck. As soon as he took a whiff of those, his head
went back
this far, and he was heard to mutter 'Jeezus.' So, we don't
care what kind of condition they're
in. What've we got there? 'Twat
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