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, 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 stage
T of course, wes about to see what 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 potato-headed
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not me well!
His clothes are stupid,
And his shoes!
Ain't no bussiness like show
got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who how he chews!

He thinks he something
the great plan!
How ultimate
Must rule and

He not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for
This shit
And then, if he did,
it matter 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 faggots and are

All the music on broadway is

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

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

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

I've a review
Yes I you really do!
been saving for years
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 boils inside of your skull
I'll say it's the worst of the year,
No down the plain, and it's hard on your ear
I'll say the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that it's tasteless, and you will find
A better to spend money or time
At a party, wee-oo
So, do be a smarty!

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

Whats happened to
Wheres it gone, all the
The heart and
The
The

And after this deadly hits the paper,
In will come roper, & 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 while longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

Whats to broadway?
it gone, all the glitter?
The and soul
The
The

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