| Lyrics: | [FZ guitar, vocals
Steve Vai impossible guitar parts
Ray White vocals
Tommy Mars
keyboards
Arthur Barrow bass
Chad Wackerman drums
Roy Estrada vocals
Ike Willis
vocals
Bob Harris vocals]
Thing-Fish:
Whiff it, Boy! Whiff it good, now!
MAMMIES, step forward 'n try t'git on down wit dem BROADWAY ZOMBIES! Dis de closin' numbuh, now!
MOSES! Git yo' brown ass ovuh heah! Leave de Co-log-nuh alone fo' a minnit. Whyn'tcha go on 'n
cornhole ya' some EVIL PRINCE! I B'lieve he done evolved to de point where he kin hannle it
now!
See dat? Uh-huh! Look like he severely enjoyin' it awready! Sound like he enjoyin' it,
too! Wuh-Oh! I smells trubba! Look like he got de eeyah-noosht! Ain't no two ways about
it.
'Fo y'all departs, I jes' wish to say in conclusium, as matters o' dis gravity
gen'rally require some type o' philosomical post-scription, dat what y'all have witnessed heah
tonight were a TRUE-STORY - only de names o' de potatoes have been changed to protect de
innocent.
GALOOT CO-LOG-NUH! DON'T BUY IT, PEOPLES!
Dis have been a public service
ernouncemint. Wave good-night to de white folks, 'DEWLLA!
Rhonda:
SYMBOLISM,
HARRY!
Harry:
. . . not the stuff that 'Freckles' lets
out!
Rhonda:
This is SYMBOLISM! Really deep, intense, thought-provoking Broadway
SYMBOLISM. Really Modern, HARRY . . .
Harry:
Take your hand off that chain,
honey!
Rhonda:
Fuck that briefcases . . .
Harry:
. . . not the
briefcases . . . |
