Luyện nghe bài hát Galoot up - Date

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (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 killer co-log-nuh! right!
De killer co-log-nuh! 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 away how come de fagnits all be croakin' at de same
In -

November!

De month o' novembuh, reekin' of tainted co-log-num! dey 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 ignint white 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, all up fo' parole at de same time! thass right! you figgit out!

Once we's out de joint, we faced a 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
fo' janitorical deployment!

Onliest good thang 'bout bein' a 'mammy nun' is we be 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 re-zease outa control!

Just you!

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

Yes, it is!

Well, les' jes' 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 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 easterly

face it, peoples! ugly 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 protexium you got!

Now, durin' de intromissium, de sisters be sellin' 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 blue light, 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' 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 even speak your own fucking language!

What on urf do you mean: 'my language'? I got yo language hangin', boy, 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!