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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

gonna clear out the studio
(Are you kidding?)
I am not
gonna tear down all the . . .
(I ya)
They're whip down all the . . .
They're sweep out all the . . .
They're pay off all the . . .
(Oh, yeah!)

And . . .
And . . .
And . . .
And . . .

Hey hey hey, everybody in the and the chorus
Talkin' 'bout every one of our lovely and talented
(You got it, Jack)
'bout the light bulb men
men (oh!)
The men
(You got it)
(The men)
Yeah, the men
(Especially Cohen, yeah . . .)
They're all gonna up
gonna jump up
I jump up
Talkin' jump right up and off the floor
right up and hit the door
They're all gonna rise up and off!
gonna ride on home
They're ride on home
They're gonna ride on
They're ride on home
And again
themselves

Yeah, two, three, four,
They're all gonna go
the driving sleet and rain
They're all go home
Through the fog, the dust
Through the tropical and the blistering frost
They're all gonna go
Yeah, and get out of it as can be, baby
And the same for me
(And the same for me)
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!

And each and every member of this rock oriented comedy in his own special way
Is get out of it as he can be
We all get wasted
We all gonna get
We all gonna get
We all gonna get
Yeah, and I am definitely get . . .
tonight
'Cause I'm a lonely
I'm such a
A lonely, lonely, talkin' a lonely guy!
Oh, and I tonight,
Each and of you's gonna go home
And write down an order for that penciled album
And I know that on of that,
time I come back
I am . . .
I am . . .
I just have to, and I'm not kidding, get . . .
BENT, AND WASTED

A disaster area the size of Atlantic City, New Jersey!

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!