Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan (keyboards)
Scott (bass)
wackerman (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de potium. now in his infinate 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 conjurance up of his little 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 are quite stupid,
And his shoes!
no bussiness like show business
got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who how he chews!

He he knows something
the great plan!
How blandness
Must rule and

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

Our god
to certify 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!

and faggots and queers are

All the best on broadway is

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

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

The spying
The potato
With diction
And diction
Will rot in the
I can smell it now
When this eviction
Takes place shortly
My alternate
Of theatrical
Triumphs will!

I've a special
Yes I know you do!
I've been saving for
Yes I you really have
For a show like this,
For a stupid show
potatoes and queers

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

Hold on to that
A little while
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

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

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

(solo)

Hold on to that
A little while
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

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

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