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 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 co-log-nuh! thass right!
De killer co-log-nuh! right!
Well, de dint fine out rights away 'bout...

De nuns'

right!

De 'mammy

Well, dey's too damn excited 'bout de sissies dey was knockin' off, 'n workin' up an 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 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 sprouted dem 'tato heads, 'n was in de process of growin' out dey nakkins...

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

Once we's out de joint, we faced a hard time in de depressium...couldn't get no 'sembly 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 befo' don't do shit to us now! fact, we jes mights be de onliest thangs left i
U.s.a., now de re-zease gone outa control!

Just you!

Just like you! I see some of y'all be frownin' ...'cause 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 '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 condominium o' life? an' how folks believe they number won't come
Next de breeze blow fum de easterly directium?

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

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

They could get down there!

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

Now, durin' de intromissium, de sisters be sellin' some mash potatoes in de lobby, right 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' whether or not yo' immunity gwine hold up 'til de end o' de show, i's 'bout to myseff to de re-educatement o' de
Ly over 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 supply of ignint mcnugget, de breakfast o' champiums!

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

Huh? my mcnugget!

micro-nanette!

Y'kin kiss my micro-nanette too! don't de galoot!

co-log-nuhhhhhh!

colognum!