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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

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

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

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

Yeah, two, three, four,
They're all gonna go
Through the sleet and rain
They're all gonna go
Through the fog, the dust
the tropical fever 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 goes for me)
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!

And each and member of this rock oriented comedy group 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 get twisted
Yeah, and I am gonna get . . .
REAMED
I'm such a lonely
I'm such a
A lonely, lonely, talkin' a lonely guy!
Oh, and I tonight,
Each and everyone of you's go home
And write down an order for that penciled front
And I know on account of that,
Next 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!