Luyện nghe bài hát Galoot up - Date

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

(singing)
co-log-nuh!

Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
De co-log-nuh!

Co-log-nuh!

Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
De killer co-log-nuh! right!
De killer co-log-nuh! right!
Well, de gubnint dint fine out away 'bout...

De nuns'

right!

De nuns'

Well, dey's too damn excited 'bout de sissies dey was knockin' off, 'n workin' up an uncreedable variety of theoretical scenarios, to explain away how come de fagnits all be croakin' at de
In -

November!

De month o' novembuh, reekin' of co-log-num! dey booked in de heavy pseudo re-lij-mus talent to pronunciate de doc-trine of biblical retributium!

Moving the forward!

dat to be...

Da-da-dee-dahh!

A explumation, suitable fo' domestical...

Assuagement!

Natchilly, a substantial number o' ignint white folks went fo' it, hook, line, 'n shrinker!

By dat time, de 'mammy nuns' had already sprouted dem heads, 'n was in de process of growin' out dey nakkins...

Also, by a peculiar corinsidence, we's all up fo' at de same time! thass right! you figgit out!

Once we's out de joint, we faced a hard in de depressium...couldn't get no 'sembly line woik, 'n since de nakkins we's wearin' atch'ly be growin' outs our bodies, we was labelled as 'over-q
Ied' fo' deployment!

Onliest good thang 'bout bein' a 'mammy nun' is we be mo-less un-destructable! whatever dey done whiffed up don't do shit to us now! fact, we jes mights be de onliest thangs left walkin' i
U.s.a., now de mys'try gone outa control!

Just you!

Just like you! I see of y'all be frownin' ...'cause mebbe y'think what i's tellin' ya' is a lie! how 'bout it, folks? whatcha say? I'd dat right?

Yes, it is!

Well, les' jes' have a test...how many o' you nice think I knows what i's talkin' 'bout? raise y'hain up! uh-huh! an' how many thinks my potato been bakin' too long? raise yo mizzable hain
Uh-huh!

Now...how many you folks is convinced de gubnint be totally 'unconcerned' wit de proliferatium o' undesirable tenants in de o' life? an' how many folks believe they number won't come
Next time de breeze blow fum de easterly

Les' it, peoples! ugly as I mights be, I am yo' futchum!

'les y'all prefer 'permanent storage' or a in atlantis.

They really get down there!

Dey could really get dere, but, i's de only protexium you got!

Now, durin' de intromissium, de sisters be some mash potatoes in de lobby, right over by de -

Pyramid!

In de o' de...

decor!

'neath de o' de big ol' giant...

door!

A generous good-will offerin' are required...jes' let yo' be yo' guide...

light!

Jes' follow de blue light, down de aisle to de potatoes de intromissium...

Light, light, light, light...
light...
light...

...an' while y'all be thinkin' about de blue light, an' y'all be decidin' or not yo' immunity gwine hold up 'til de end o' de show, i's 'bout to address myseff to de re-educatement o' de
Ly muthafuckers deahhh.

You even speak your own fucking language!

What on urf do you mean: 'my I got yo language hangin', boy, 'long wif a two-week supply of ignint mcnugget, de breakfast o' champiums!

Don't let meat loaf! huh-huh-huh!

Huh? my mcnugget!

micro-nanette!

Y'kin kiss my too! don't forget de galoot!

co-log-nuhhhhhh!

colognum!