Luyện nghe bài hát Galoot up - Date

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (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 co-log-nuh! thass right!
Well, de gubnint fine out rights away 'bout...

De nuns'

right!

De nuns'

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

November!

De month o' novembuh, reekin' of tainted co-log-num! dey booked in de heavy pseudo re-lij-mus talent to 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' parole at de time! thass right! you figgit out!

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

Onliest good thang 'bout bein' a 'mammy is we be mo-less un-destructable! whatever dey done whiffed up befo' 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 re-zease outa control!

Just you!

Just you! I see some 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 folks think I knows what i's talkin' 'bout? raise y'hain up! uh-huh! an' how many thinks my potato been bakin' too raise yo mizzable hain
Uh-huh!

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

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

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

They could really get there!

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

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

Pyramid!

In de o' de...

decor!

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

door!

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

light!

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

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

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

You can't even speak your own language!

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

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

Huh? my mcnugget!

micro-nanette!

Y'kin kiss my micro-nanette too! forget de galoot!

co-log-nuhhhhhh!

colognum!