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)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (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 chicago day, oh...

Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy 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! you no shame?

Y'all make up yet, 'bouts 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 rubber mammy on your kne

Sister ob'dewlla 'x'? de 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! wor-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! I want a divorce, harry!

Not now, dearest, please! is serious! little mammy, what'll 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 from her deranged husband. there isn't any...he's beating the out of himself and lov
Very 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! look at my 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! 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 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 like dat, but hang on a lil' 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 worm? I'm gonna make it fuck something! that's right! you get any of it...because you're disgusting! an' I do
Eed you, mr. first-nighter! my 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 right over her
Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! big, harry! it's full 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 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! 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 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 they dear? 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 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 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 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 a
You disgusting perverted bastard worm! I'm gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! watch me! is for your own good!