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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

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

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

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

Yeah, two, three, four,
They're all go home
Through the sleet and rain
all gonna go home
Through the fog, through the
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 same for me)
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!

And each and every member of this rock oriented comedy group in his own way
Is get out of it as he can be
We all gonna get
We all get twisted
We all get wasted
We all gonna get
Yeah, and I am gonna get . . .
REAMED
I'm such a lonely
I'm a lonely
A lonely, lonely, 'bout a lonely guy!
Oh, and I tonight,
Each and everyone of you's gonna go
And write down an order for that penciled front
And I that on account of that,
Next time I come
I am . . .
I am . . .
I have to, and I'm not kidding, gonna get . . .
BENT, REAMED AND

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

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!