Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

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

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

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

Bells on ring,
Making bright!
Oh, fun it is to ride
To chicago night, oh...

For chrissake, rhonda! have you no

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

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

Sister ob'dewlla 'x'? de mys'try sister? y'all 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 i
hut?

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

Not now, dearest, please! this is serious! little mammy, what'll it be? 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, revealing the rubber body suit, hoping for some sign of interest from her husband. there isn't any...he's beating the fuck out of himself and lov
Very of it.

She squeezes her rubber tits, as if to 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! at me! look at my wonderful tits, you fucking 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 love this! hurt me! hurt me! oh, pull my chain, you 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 'nuthuh 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 de wad putty soon now!

(pinching her nipples, jiggling her tits)
Jingle bells, bells...

Oh! is divine!

This is my pussy, harry! look! see it? you know what I'm gonna do it, you worm? I'm gonna 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, wonderful pussy doesn't 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 of business papers...from my career!

A tan and brown briefcase, feet tall, is lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits 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 doll's foot, finally indicating that s
Nceal her pubic hair 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 neat bow below her chin. ready at last, she the brie
Vigorously.

(contd.)
I'm gonna put my glasses on, harry! I'm gonna put my hair up in a bun! then, I'm going 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 closed, for chrissake! all your documents are falling out!

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

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

Girl! be careful wit de latch!

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

Hurt me, ob'dewlla! make me whimper and beg for tiny 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!