| Lyrics: | They're gonna clear out the studio
They're gonna tear down all the . . .
They're gonna whip
down all the . . .
They're gonna sweep out all the . . .
They're gonna pay off all the . .
.
(Oh, yeah!)
And then . . .
And then . . .
And then . . .
And then . .
.
Hey hey hey, everybody in the orchestra and the chorus
Talkin' 'bout every one of our
lovely and talented dancers
Talkin' 'bout the light bulb men
Camera men
The make-up
men
(The fake-up men)
Yeah, the rake-up men
(Especially Herbie Cohen, yeah . .
.)
They're all gonna rise up
They're gonna jump up
I said jump up
Talkin' 'bout jump
right up and off the floor
Jump right up and hit the door
They're all gonna rise up and jump
off!
They're gonna ride on home
They're gonna ride on home
They're gonna ride on
home
They're gonna ride on home
And once again
Take themselves
Seriously,
yeeeah!
Two, three, four, seriously
They're all gonna go home (ye-hey!)
Through the
driving sleet and rain
They're all gonna go home
Through the fog, through the
dust
Through the tropical fever and the blistering frost
They're all gonna go home
And
get out of it as they can be, baby
And the same goes for me
(The same goes for me)
Oh,
yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
And each and every member of this rock
oriented comedy group in his own special way
Is gonna get out of it as he can be
We all
gonna get wasted
We all gonna get twisted
We all gonna get wasted
We all gonna get
twisted
And I am definitely gonna get . . .
REAMED
'Cause I'm such a lonely
I'm such
a lonely
A lone |
