Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

(to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! me, I'm yours!

(broadway-style fake singing)
Jingle bells, bells,
all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to
To chicago day, oh...

Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?

Bells on ring,
spirits bright!
Oh, what fun it is to
To every night, oh...

For chrissake, rhonda! you no shame?

Y'all make up yet, 'bouts de mammy o' yo' dreams?

You bet! I've waited all my life for this moment! my is fluttering! if only I could submit myself on approval, for a limited time only...to ...to that nasty little rubber mammy on your kne

Sister ob'dewlla 'x'? de mys'try sister? wants t'party hearty with de min'yature rubber mammy wit de string out de back? yow! dintcha get 'nuff 'buse fum de other bitch when y'was livin' i
hut?

Harry...harry...hey! harry! wor-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! I want a divorce, harry!

Not now, dearest, please! this is serious! little mammy, it be? hips or lips?

Harry snatches sister 'x' away from thing-fish, bashing himself with it in an irrational manner.

Rhonda un-zips the santa claus costume, the rubber body suit, hoping for some sign of interest from her deranged husband. there isn't any...he's beating the fuck out of himself and lov
minute of it.

She her rubber tits, as if to squirt them at him. still no interest.

You're a wor-r-r-r-mmmmmmm! a fucking wor-r-r-r-m-m-m-m-mmmmmmmmmmm! these are my tits, harry! I have tits! look! look at me! look at my wonderful tits, you wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmm! I'm goi
I'm squirting them on you! whoo! wheeeee! almost gotcha!

Not now, rhonda! ow! oof! oh, I this! hurt me! hurt me! oh, pull my chain, you tiny potato-headed whatchamacallit!

They're almost squirting, harry! look! look! whoooooo! whooooo! whoooo! you worm!

Ob'dewlla! is y'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he gots show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I knows y'cain hep y'seff wit dat crazy muthafucker '
' you like dat, but jes' hang on a lil' longuh...he be droppin' de wad soon now!

Rhonda: (pinching her nipples, her tits)
bells, jingle bells...

Oh! is divine!

This is my pussy, harry! look! see it? you know what I'm gonna do with it, you worm? I'm make it fuck something! that's right! you won't get any of it...because you're disgusting! an' I do
Eed you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look! look at this! I got it right over her
Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! it's big, harry! it's full of papers...from my career!

A tan and brown briefcase, seven feet tall, is lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he the bungalow with a can of crisco and a violin case. n pantomime, he cautiously int
Ts rhonda's monologue, suggesting that she examine the contents of the case. it contains a strap-on dildo of such ridiculous proportions that a chain leading from just behind the of it must
Ooked to a leather dog collar around rhonda's neck, in order to hold it up. francesco recommends the crisco as a lubricant, daubs on a bit with a miniature doll's foot, finally that s
her pubic hair with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.

Rhonda reaches inside the and locates her 'special atomic glasses' (with tiny doll arms reaching out through tiny cardboard boxes), and puts them on.

She reaches in again and finds an artificial hamburger with a red ribbon on it. she mounts it on top of her head, tying the ribbon in a bow below her chin. ready at last, she humps the brie
Vigorously.

(contd.)
I'm gonna put my on, harry! I'm gonna put my hair up in a bun! then, I'm going fuck fuck fuck! ha-ha-ha-hahhhhh! look! see me? see how I got my hair up? whooo! I'm really doing it! unngh
Gh!

Rhonda...have you no shame! keep the briefcase closed, for chrissake! all your are falling out!

(as over-sized file folders emerge)
Unngh! I'm good! oh God I'm good! harder! faster! unngh! unngh! this is terrific! boy, I it so bad...

Those are the warner brothers files, aren't they dear? don't you think there'll be some questions the condition of the blue paper?

Girl! bes' be wit de latch!

(with the handle in her mouth, semi-intelligible)
I'm sucking the handle now, harry! look! mmmmmm! it good! mmmmmm! mmmmmm! the handle! the handle!

Hurt me, ob'dewlla! make me whimper and beg for your rubber love!

After nibbling on it as if it were a giant of corn-on-the-cob, thing-fish hands rhonda an oversized pink fountain pen with her name on the clip.

I've got a pen, harry! I've got a fountain pen with my initials on it! I'm putting it in my mouth, harry! I'm gonna get it wet! I'm gonna stuff it up my asshole and ride the briefcase a
You disgusting perverted bastard worm! I'm gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! me! this is for your own good!