Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

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

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

Rhonda: (broadway-style singing)
bells, jingle bells,
all the way!
Oh, fun it is to ride
To every 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! have you no

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

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 that nasty little rubber mammy on 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 livin' i
Card-bo'd

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 ob'dewlla 'x' away from thing-fish, 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 her deranged husband. there isn't any...he's beating the fuck out of himself and lov
minute of it.

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

You're a wor-r-r-r-mmmmmmm! a 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 fucking wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmm! I'm goi
Pretend I'm squirting them on you! whoo! wheeeee! gotcha!

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

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

Ob'dewlla! is y'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I 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!

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

Oh! is divine!

This is my pussy, harry! look! see it? you what I'm gonna do with 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 need you! I 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 proportions that a chain leading from just behind the head of it must
Ooked to a 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 indicating that s
Nceal her pubic hair with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by singing christians.

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

She reaches in again and 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 humps 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 fuck! ha-ha-ha-hahhhhh! look! see me? see how I got my hair up? whooo! I'm really doing it!
Gh!

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

Rhonda: (as 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 dear? don't you think there'll be some questions about 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 and beg for your tiny rubber love!

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

I've got a fountain pen, harry! I've got a fountain pen with my 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!