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)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (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 dint fine out rights away 'bout...

De 'mammy

right!

De 'mammy

Well, 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 same
In -

November!

De month o' novembuh, of tainted 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' severely 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 nun' is we be mo-less un-destructable! whatever dey done whiffed up befo' don't do shit to us now! fact, we jes be de onliest thangs left walkin' i
U.s.a., now de mys'try re-zease gone control!

Just you!

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

Yes, it is!

Well, 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 long? raise yo mizzable hain
Uh-huh!

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

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

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

They could really get there!

Dey could really get down dere, but, i's de only 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 generous good-will offerin' are required...jes' let yo' be yo' guide...

light!

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

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

...an' y'all be thinkin' about de blue light, an' y'all be decidin' whether 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 over deahhh.

You can't even speak own fucking 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 your loaf! huh-huh-huh!

Huh? my mcnugget!

micro-nanette!

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

co-log-nuhhhhhh!

colognum!