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 murphy (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 co-log-nuh! thass right!
De co-log-nuh! thass right!
Well, de gubnint dint fine out rights 'bout...

De 'mammy

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 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 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 went fo' it, hook, line, 'n shrinker!

By dat time, de 'mammy nuns' had already 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 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 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 gone control!

Just you!

Just like you! I see some of y'all be frownin' ...'cause mebbe 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 folks is 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 de breeze blow fum de easterly directium?

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

'les prefer 'permanent storage' or a condo in atlantis.

They really get down there!

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

light!

Jes' follow de light, down de aisle 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 decidin' whether or not yo' immunity gwine hold up 'til de end o' de show, i's 'bout to address to de re-educatement o' de
Ly over deahhh.

You can't speak your own fucking language!

What on urf do you 'my language'? 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 my micro-nanette too! don't forget de galoot!

co-log-nuhhhhhh!

colognum!