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)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (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)
Jingle bells, bells,
all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to
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, 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 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 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 livin' i
Card-bo'd

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

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

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

Rhonda un-zips the santa claus costume, revealing the rubber 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! at my wonderful tits, you fucking wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmm! I'm goi
Pretend I'm squirting on you! whoo! wheeeee! almost gotcha!

Not now, rhonda! ow! oof! oh, I love this! 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 'nuthuh 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 longuh...he be droppin' 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 know what I'm gonna do with it, you 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 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 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, daubs on a bit with a miniature doll's foot, indicating that s
Nceal her pubic hair with a cardboard box, in the preferred by famous singing christians.

Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and locates her 'special atomic glasses' (with tiny doll arms reaching out through tiny 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. at last, she humps the brie
Vigorously.

(contd.)
I'm 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! unngh
Gh!

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

Rhonda: (with the 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 your rubber love!

After nibbling on it as if it were a giant piece of corn-on-the-cob, 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 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 perverted bastard worm! I'm gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! watch me! this is for your own good!