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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

They're gonna out the studio
(Are you kidding?)
I am not
They're gonna tear all the . . .
(I ya)
They're gonna 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 orchestra and the
Talkin' 'bout one of our lovely and talented dancers
(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 jump up
Talkin' 'bout right up and off the floor
right up and hit the door
They're all rise up and jump off!
They're ride on home
They're ride on home
They're ride on home
They're ride on home
And again
Take

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

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

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!