Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (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 chicago night, oh...

For chrissake, rhonda! have you no

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? 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 bitch when y'was livin' i
hut?

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?

snatches sister ob'dewlla 'x' away from 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
Very of it.

She squeezes her 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 them on you! whoo! wheeeee! 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 show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I knows y'cain hep 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 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 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! full of business papers...from my career!

A tan and briefcase, seven 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 dildo of such ridiculous proportions that a chain leading from just behind the head of it must
Ooked to a leather dog collar around 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
her pubic hair with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.

Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and her 'special atomic glasses' (with tiny doll arms reaching 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 up? whooo! I'm really doing it! unngh
Gh!

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

Rhonda: (as over-sized folders 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 be some questions about the condition of the blue paper?

Girl! bes' be 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 tiny 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 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 disgusting perverted worm! I'm gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! watch me! this is for your own good!