Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, 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 party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o
T of course, wes to see what 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
Theres the of
A whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not 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
rule and command

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

Our god
Tends to it:

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

Fairies and faggots and are

All the best on broadway is

Who step forward
And end all this
For citizens,
Clutching the
Of vanishing
Of amusement,
Replaced by a
Of confusement!

Soon, my zombies,
make your return!
Broadway glow!
Broadway 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 horrible
And diction
Will rot in the
I can smell it now
When this shows
Takes shortly after
My alternate
Of sabotage
your will!

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

I'll say disgusting, atrocious, and dull
I'll say it makes boils inside of skull
I'll say it's 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 that it's tasteless, and that you find
A better excuse to spend money or
At a tupper-ware party,
So, do be a smarty!

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

happened 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 legally execute all remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled
brains, drug addled brains

(solo)

Hold on to 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 review the paper,
In come roper, bender & raper,
To legally execute all remains
Of this amusement for drug-addled brains
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, . . .