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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

gonna clear out the studio
(Are you kidding?)
I am not
They're gonna tear all the . . .
(I ya)
They're whip down 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 and the chorus
Talkin' 'bout every one of our and talented dancers
(You got it, Jack)
Talkin' 'bout the bulb men
men (oh!)
The men
(You got it)
(The men)
Yeah, the men
(Especially Cohen, yeah . . .)
all gonna rise up
They're jump up
I said up
Talkin' 'bout jump right up and off the
Jump up and hit the door
They're all gonna up and jump off!
They're ride on home
They're ride on home
They're gonna ride on
They're ride on home
And once
themselves

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

And each and every member of this rock comedy group in his own special way
Is get out of it as he can be
We all gonna get
We all gonna get
We all gonna get
We all get twisted
Yeah, and I am gonna get . . .
REAMED
'Cause I'm such a
I'm such a
A lonely, lonely, 'bout a lonely guy!
Oh, and I tonight,
and everyone of you's gonna go home
And write down an for that penciled front 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, REAMED AND

JCB: A area the size of Atlantic City, New Jersey!

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!