Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray (guitar, lead vocals)
martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan (keyboards)
thunes (bass)
Chad (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable 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 cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now

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

He thinks he knows
the great plan!
How ultimate
Must and command

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

Our god
Tends to it:

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

Fairies and faggots and are

All the music on broadway is

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

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

The spying
The spying
With diction
And terrible
Will rot in the
I can smell it now
When this shows
place shortly after
My alternate
Of sabotage
Triumphs will!

a special review
Yes I you really do!
I've saving for years
Yes I know you really
For a show like this,
For a really show
With and queers

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

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

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

And after this review hits the paper,
In will come roper, & raper,
To legally all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for brains
brains, drug addled brains

(solo)

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

Whats happened to
it gone, all the glitter?
The heart and
The
The

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