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)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (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 co-log-nuh! thass right!
De killer co-log-nuh! right!
Well, de dint fine out rights away 'bout...

De 'mammy

right!

De 'mammy

Well, dey's too damn excited 'bout de sissies dey was knockin' off, 'n 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 re-lij-mus talent to pronunciate de doc-trine of biblical retributium!

Moving the forward!

dat to be...

Da-da-dee-dahh!

A sho-fi' explumation, fo' domestical...

Assuagement!

Natchilly, a substantial number o' severely ignint white folks 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!

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' atch'ly be growin' outs our bodies, we was labelled as 'over-q
Ied' fo' deployment!

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

Yes, it is!

Well, les' jes' have a test...how many o' you 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 you folks 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
Next time de breeze blow fum de 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 get down dere, but, i's de only protexium you got!

Now, durin' de intromissium, de be sellin' 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 good-will offerin' are required...jes' let yo' conscience be yo' guide...

light!

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

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

...an' while y'all be thinkin' about de blue light, an' y'all be 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 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 micro-nanette too! forget de galoot!

co-log-nuhhhhhh!

colognum!