Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby (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 o stage
T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now it on out now

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

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

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

Fairies and and queers are

All the best music on is

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

Soon, my zombies,
Youll make return!
will glow!
Broadway burn!
(along with the of
new)
My holy 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
this shows eviction
Takes place after
My skill
Of sabotage
Triumphs will!

a special review
Yes I you really do!
been saving for years
Yes I you really have
For a show like this,
For a really show
With potatoes and

I'll say disgusting, atrocious, and dull
I'll say it boils inside of your skull
I'll say the worst -of-the-worst of the year,
No wind down the plain, and it's hard on 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 tupper-ware party,
So, do be a smarty!

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

(solo)

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

Whats happened to
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, . . .