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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

They're gonna out the studio
(Are you kidding?)
I am not
They're gonna down all the . . .
(I ya)
gonna 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, in the orchestra and the chorus
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 gonna up
I said up
'bout jump right up and off the floor
Jump up and hit the door
all gonna rise up and jump off!
They're gonna on home
They're gonna on home
gonna ride on home
They're ride on home
And once
themselves

Yeah, two, three, four,
They're all gonna go
Through the driving sleet and
They're all go home
the fog, through the dust
Through the tropical fever and the frost
They're all go home
Yeah, and get out of it as they can be,
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 get twisted
We all gonna get
We all get twisted
Yeah, and I am definitely get . . .
tonight
'Cause I'm a lonely
I'm such a
A lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a guy!
Oh, and I tonight,
Each and everyone of you's go home
And write down an order for that front album
And I know that on of that,
Next time I back
I am . . .
I am . . .
I just have to, and I'm not kidding, get . . .
BENT, REAMED AND

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

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!