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)
wackerman (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal 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 gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now

Somewhere, there, I can tell,
I so
the voice of
A whatchamacallit
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 thinks he something
the great plan!
How ultimate
Must and command

He not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for
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!
Only the lamest of 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 step
And end all this
For citizens,
the rubble
Of dreams
Of amusement,
by a rash
Of confusement!

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

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

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

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

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

Whats 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 legally execute all that
Of this amusement for drug-addled brains
Drug-addled brains, drug addled

(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 heart and
The
The

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