Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dead

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
wild (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)

Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything like that in a theater before! how 'bout you, rhonda?

You're a worm, harry. drop dead. god, you're disgusting! don't touch me! yuck! what is scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?

(alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit de chump over deahh? lemme see yo' draw's! uh-huhhhh! jes' couldn't hep y'seff, ya! pheww! you best be washin' dat thang off, dahlin'!
Ws we's sposed ta be un-destructable, but you got ripenin' down dere be puttin' us all to de test! yow!

The evil prince over to thing-fish, harry & rhonda.

Evil prince: (fake singing)
Pers'nally, dahlin', I found de wit de brief-case to be un-creedably stim-u-lat-nin'!

Eat shit, you overbearing male chauvinist member of the community!

What a sweet lil' hunk o' she growed up t'be! when she were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes kept her face open like dis... waitin' fo de salami dat never 'rived! now she fuckin' d
Efcase, dumpin' de paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de fam'ly!

Girl! dis cocksucker mights be evil, but he am a prince! now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, i's findin' it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- wit his 'point-o-view!

prince:
Sho' nuff! um-hmm! yeah! you a wise ol' mammy! you fum, 'rijnlyy?

Why...uh...saint loomis!

Evil
Goddam! I knew it! I knew it! I could make it out from yo' renunciation! sho' get hot down deahh in de summer time!

Dat no lie...people be croakin' all over de place! I sees y'all like dat sort o' thang...jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, y'all be well into death 'n pestilence 'n shit! prob'ly got yo-seff qu
Ome educashnin' goin' fo ya!

Evil
Oh yeah! oh yeah! heh-heh! saint loomis! damn! some de zomby-folk up de got kin deah!

Naw! really? be!

Evil
Oh hell yeah! de ugly dead muthafucker on de string deahh...he related to a other ugly dead muthafuckers fum de east side...'n de curly-headed sho't lil' ugly dead muthafucker wit de dead
fuckin' de police commissioner!

How you know so much 'bouts what gwine on down deahh, you evil cocksucker! y'all been stayin' quite well un-formed fum in de lab-mo-tory most yo' time!

Evil
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de westin muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!

You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!

Evil
Dat all dey givin' any mo'! muthafuckin' husbandry' be de wave o' de futchum in saint loomis! graduatin' class were over 700, 'n evvy one of 'em dealin' wit dem 'taters like de shrimp-mur
S at benny-hanny's!

(looking down at ob'dewlla)
What? huh? you wanna what? ob'dewlla, de prince jes' be shootin' de home-town shit heahh! he ain't gwine us no mo' provlem! what you mean, girl? okay, okay! go 'head 'n fuck de lil' crab-gr
Aby wit de enormous white pompadour! go on deah. git down wit yo' nasty ol' degenerate seff!

Thing-fish puts the crab-grass baby on the floor and positions ob'dewlla over it. he his foot on ob'dewlla's back and pumps both of them up and down. as the computer- speech drones on, th
Ish the spectacle, commenting...

(contd.)
Twist 'n shout! it on out ('n in)! hmmm! get down! go on! give him a little shoe! dat's what denny be doin'...work on jumbo evvy time! go on! get de lil' pompadour up in de air again! I lik
Part! hmmm! like de olympics!

It's-it's fascinating the way things are resolving themselves around here! i-i would have sus- pected anything like this when we came in!

Where are your real clothes, harry? are you going back to long island like

I have nothing to be ashamed of! I have a lovely body. everyone will understand! accom- plished something tonight! I really believe that! I've found a sort of fulfilment other men only
M about!

Rhonda: (naked, the briefcase)
You've accomplished nothing! nothing at all! you're a mere worm...less than that...you're a all-american 'man-worm'! the most disgusting creature on the face of the earth. phooey on you!
S like you would be nothing without me and my kind! we are the future, harry! not you! we don't you and your kind, because our kind is the best kind!

Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this fountain pen, harry! smell it quick, you submissive little cocksucker, 'cause I'm wiping it off... any
W!

This is symbolism, harry! really deep, intense, thought-provoking broadway symbolism! this isn't 'dream girls', harry! this is the way it really is...i'm to you, harry! we hate you! we a
Dern, harry! you are not 'modern'! are not modern!

you became lawyers and accountants, and read playboy and bought a pipe, we planned and dreamed and fucked our briefcases while you weren't looking! yes, harry! that's right! and we've actu
Been to reproduce ourselves that way...for years, harry, but you never knew! did you? you worm.

We had special glasses made...by women optometrists who promised never to tell!

We learned how to hide secret stuff, up in the middle of those severe terminal buns we wear! little transmitters, harry! little receivers! oh...don't pretend to be surprised, harry! we e
Ad room left over in there for all of our most favorite little delicate secretly feminine child-like helpless pathetic sentimental totally useless personal 'girl-things' that smell l
He stuff they put in the toilet paper. you played golf! you football! you drank beer! we evolved! we only look like wandas and rhondas! we are superb, harry! we are sublime! we are perfe
Every way! and you? what are you? you are the all-american cocksucker...jizzing all your leather cocksucker costume after beating the snot out of yourself with a rubber mammy!

I simply can't respect you, harry! you are no good. go ahead! smell the pen! go on...i'm ing it harry...there you go...