Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
wild (piano)
Arthur (bass)
Scott (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!

(broadway-style fake singing)
Jingle bells, 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,
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 that nasty little rubber 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 '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! this is serious! little mammy, 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 body suit, hoping for some sign of interest from her deranged husband. there 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 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, my chain, you tiny potato-headed whatchamacallit!

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

Ob'dewlla! is 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 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 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 have my briefcase, harry! I'm 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, 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 that a chain leading just behind the head of it must
Ooked to a leather dog collar around rhonda's neck, in order to hold it up. francesco the crisco as a lubricant, daubs on a bit with a miniature 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, the ribbon in a neat bow below her chin. ready at last, she humps the brie
Vigorously.

(contd.)
I'm gonna put my 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!

(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 condition of the paper?

Girl! be careful 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 and beg for your tiny rubber love!

After nibbling on it as if it were a giant piece of corn-on-the-cob, thing-fish hands rhonda an 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 gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! me! this is for your own good!