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)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy 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 gubnint dint out rights away 'bout...

De 'mammy

right!

De 'mammy

Well, dey's too damn excited de sissies dey was knockin' off, 'n workin' 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 folks went fo' it, hook, line, 'n shrinker!

By dat time, de 'mammy had already sprouted dem 'tato heads, 'n was in de process of growin' out dey nakkins...

Also, by a corinsidence, we's 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 nakkins we's 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 done whiffed up befo' don't do 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 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? 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 long? 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 number won't come
Next time de breeze blow fum de easterly

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

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

They really get down 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 generous offerin' 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 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 myseff to de re-educatement o' de
Ly over deahhh.

You can't speak your own fucking language!

What on urf do you mean: 'my language'? I got yo language hangin', boy, 'long wif a two-week 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!