Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (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)
"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 every day, oh...

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

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

For chrissake, rhonda! have you no

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

You bet! I've waited all my life for this moment! my heart is fluttering! if only I 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? y'all wants t'party hearty with de min'yature rubber 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! fucking wor-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! I a divorce, harry!

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

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

Rhonda un-zips the santa costume, revealing 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 squeezes her rubber tits, as if to squirt at him. still no interest.

You're a wor-r-r-r-mmmmmmm! a fucking wor-r-r-r-m-m-m-m-mmmmmmmmmmm! 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 this! hurt me! hurt me! oh, pull my chain, you tiny 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 '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 dat, but jes' hang on a lil' longuh...he be droppin' 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 with it, you worm? I'm gonna make it fuck something! that's right! you won't get any of it...because disgusting! an' I do
Eed you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, 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 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, seven feet tall, is lowered in. francesco watches it land 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 a chain leading from just behind the head 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, on a bit with a miniature doll's foot, finally indicating that s
Nceal her hair with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.

Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and locates her 'special atomic glasses' (with 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 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 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! the briefcase closed, for chrissake! all your documents 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 about the of the blue paper?

Girl! bes' be wit de latch!

Rhonda: (with the 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 tiny love!

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

I've got a fountain pen, harry! 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 do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! watch me! this is for your own good!