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)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon brock (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, fun it is to ride
To every day, oh...

Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?

Bells on ring,
Making bright!
Oh, fun it is to ride
To every 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 heart is fluttering! if only I could submit myself on approval, for a limited only...to ...to that nasty little rubber mammy on your kne

Sister ob'dewlla 'x'? de mys'try sister? y'all wants 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! this is serious! 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 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 rubber tits, as if to 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
I'm squirting them 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 boy's chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I knows hep y'seff wit dat crazy muthafucker '
' you like dat, but jes' hang on a 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 I'm gonna 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 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! full of business papers...from my career!

A tan and brown briefcase, seven feet tall, is lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits the bungalow with a can of and a violin case. n pantomime, he cautiously int
Ts 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 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 with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.

Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and locates her 'special atomic (with tiny doll arms reaching out through tiny 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 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 documents are falling 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 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 sucking the now, harry! look! mmmmmm! it tastes good! mmmmmm! mmmmmm! the handle! the handle!

Hurt me, ob'dewlla! me whimper and beg for your tiny rubber love!

After nibbling on it as if it were a 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 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!