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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

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

Yeah, two, three, four,
They're all go home
the driving sleet and rain
They're all gonna go
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 and every member of this rock oriented 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 gonna get
Yeah, and I am gonna get . . .
REAMED
'Cause I'm such a
I'm such a
A lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a 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 on account of that,
time I come back
I am . . .
I am . . .
I just have to, and I'm not kidding, get . . .
BENT, AND WASTED

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

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!