Luyện nghe bài hát Punky's Whips

Terry (drums)
Roy (vocals, bass)
belew (guitar)
Ed (percussion)
o'hearn (bass)
Tommy (keyboards)
Peter (keyboards)

Alright!
this?
Thank you! ok!
you! wait a minute!
Ah...take these...
Ok!

In today's rapidly world
Rock groups appear fifteen minutes,
Utilising new promotional device.
Some of these have been known
To leave scars
On the of foolish young consumers.
One such case is before you:
Little skinny 'ted' bozzio,
That little drummer!
right!
Terry recently fell in
With a publicity-photo of a boy named meadows...
(oh punky!)...
guitar player from a group called angel.
In the photograph,
Punky was with a beautiful shiny hairdo
In a semi-profile emphasized the pootched out succulence
Of his pouting rictus,
The sight of drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire!

I stand the way he pouts
'cause he not be pouting for me!
Punky meadows, for you?
Ha! you bet sailor!
You mean,
You mean not...he's not pouting...
not pouting for me?
His hair's so shiny and it's done real
'til I with ecstasy

Punky, punky, give me your to die on!

Oh punky, it romantic?

Punky, punky, give me lips
To die on...i promise not to in your mouth
Punky, punky, album's the shits!
all wrong!

I ain't really
But if he got near
Steven would pay to see!
Pay to see!

Punky's lips, punky's
His so shiny,
I his hips!
I love his teeth and his and such!

(what is it? you home!)
an angel!
You're too
(oh god!)

The boys of my in my lonely teenage room!

He's havin' a rash
(no shit!)
keeps the girls away
(it's true)
Skin
(skin doom)
Is what the say
And that makes me
I wonder what punky is rehearsing
just go over, and hear him play
His hair is so pretty...i'd like to his neck
I've heard a rumor he's more fluid than beck
But I queer
I gay
(he's a little of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
A wrist
(that's all is, I swear!)

Punky's lips, lips!
Oh! I love his hair while eatin' chips
Yeah! I love his blink and his
Why, maybe he'd to yank my crank?
it punky!
it faster!
it harder!
Yank it all long!
on punky!
Get funky!

I queer
No no no no!
I gay
No no no no!
(he's a little fond of in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
Wrist
And then he told me
I queer!
(hey!)
I gay!
(hey! hey!)
(he's a little fond of chiffon in a array-ee-ay-ee-ay)

I-i, lord,
I'm of chiffo-on
In a wrist
Oh oh oh oh!
I-i, I said I'm fo-o-ond of
In a array
on punky!
Give me lips!
on my venus-trip!

o'hearn,
belew,
mars,
bozzio,
wolf,
Ed mann.
Thanks for to the show!