Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (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!

(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 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! 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 mys'try sister? y'all wants t'party hearty 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
hut?

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, bashing with it in an irrational manner.

Rhonda un-zips the santa claus costume, revealing the rubber body suit, 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 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 them on you! whoo! wheeeee! gotcha!

Not now, rhonda! ow! oof! oh, I love this! hurt me! hurt me! oh, pull my chain, you tiny 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 like dat, but jes' on a lil' longuh...he be droppin' de wad putty soon now!

Rhonda: (pinching her nipples, her tits)
Jingle bells, bells...

Oh! is divine!

This is my pussy, harry! look! see it? you know what I'm gonna do 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 going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look! look at this! I got it right 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 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 strap-on dildo of such ridiculous that 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, daubs on a bit with a miniature doll's foot, finally indicating s
Nceal her pubic with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.

Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and locates her 'special atomic glasses' (with tiny doll arms reaching out through cardboard boxes), and puts them on.

She reaches in again and finds an artificial hamburger 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 hair up? whooo! I'm really doing it!
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 some about the condition of the blue paper?

Girl! be careful wit de latch!

(with the handle in her mouth, semi-intelligible)
I'm the handle 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, thing-fish hands 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 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!