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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

gonna clear out the studio
(Are you kidding?)
I am not
gonna tear 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, everybody in the and the chorus
Talkin' 'bout every one of our lovely and dancers
(You got it, Jack)
'bout 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 jump up
Talkin' 'bout jump up and off the floor
Jump up and hit the door
They're all rise up and jump off!
gonna ride on home
They're gonna on home
They're ride on home
gonna ride on home
And again
themselves

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

And each and every member of this rock oriented 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 get twisted
Yeah, and I am gonna get . . .
REAMED
'Cause I'm a lonely
I'm such a
A lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a guy!
Oh, and I tonight,
and everyone of you's gonna go home
And write down an order for that penciled album
And I that on account of that,
Next I come back
I am . . .
I am . . .
I just have to, and I'm not kidding, get . . .
BENT, AND WASTED

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

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!