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 nasty sucker dat be 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 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
Theres the of
A whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not me well!
His clothes are stupid,
And his shoes!
Ain't no bussiness like business
got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who how he chews!

He thinks he knows
the great plan!
How blandness
rule and command

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

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

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

The potato
The spying
With diction
And diction
rot in the garbage
I can it right now
When shows eviction
Takes shortly after
My alternate
Of theatrical
Triumphs will!

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

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
say it makes boils inside of your skull
I'll say the worst -of-the-worst of the year,
No wind down the plain, and hard on your ear
I'll say the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that 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 dollar
A little while
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

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

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

(solo)

on to that g-string
A while longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

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

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