Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
zavod (keyboards)
Scott (bass)
Chad (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now

Somewhere, there, I can tell,
I so
the voice of
A potato-headed
Whoo, do tell!
Who not wish me well!
His clothes are stupid,
And his shoes!
Ain't no like show business
got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who how he chews!

He he knows something
About the plan!
How ultimate
Must rule and

He not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the for doing
criminal shit
And then, if he did,
Would it a bit?
Not at all!
Because it is

Our god
Tends to it:

Only the boring and bland survive!
the lamest of lameness will thrive!
Take it or leave it, you be alive,
If you are creative!

Fairies and and queers are

All the best on broadway is

Who will forward
And end all trouble?
For citizens,
the rubble
Of dreams
Of amusement,
by a rash
Of confusement!

Soon, my zombies,
Youll your return!
will glow!
Broadway burn!
(along with the of
new)
My disease will do
for you!
Those producers
Who paid for you
do it again, and again, and again!

The spying
The spying
With horrible
And diction
Will rot in the
I can it right now
this shows eviction
Takes place after
My skill
Of theatrical
your will!

I've a review
Yes I you really do!
I've been saving for
Yes I know you really
For a just like this,
For a really show
With potatoes and

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
I'll say it makes inside of your skull
I'll say it's the -of-the-worst of the year,
No down the plain, and it's hard on your ear
I'll say it's the of an infantile mind
I'll say that tasteless, and that you will find
A excuse to spend money or time
At a tupper-ware party,
So, do be a smarty!

Hold on to dollar
A while longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

Whats happened to
Wheres it gone, all the
The and soul
The
The

And after this deadly review the paper,
In will roper, bender & raper,
To legally execute all that
Of this tragic amusement for brains
Drug-addled brains, drug brains

(solo)

on to that g-string
A little longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

happened to broadway?
Wheres it gone, all the
The and soul
The
The

And after this deadly hits the paper,
In will roper, bender & raper,
To legally all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, . . .