Luyện nghe bài hát Galoot up - Date

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
wild (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon 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 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 workin' up an uncreedable variety of 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 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 o' severely ignint white folks 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, all up fo' parole at de same 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 we's wearin' atch'ly be growin' outs our bodies, we was labelled as 'over-q
fo' janitorical deployment!

Onliest good thang 'bout bein' a 'mammy nun' is we be mo-less un-destructable! whatever dey 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 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 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 many folks believe they number come
Next time de breeze fum de easterly directium?

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

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

They could really get there!

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

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

Huh? my mcnugget!

micro-nanette!

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

co-log-nuhhhhhh!

colognum!