Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Bobby (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan (keyboards)
Scott (bass)
Chad (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
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 clothes are 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
rule and command

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

Our god
to certify it:

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

Fairies and faggots and are

All the music on broadway is

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

Soon, my zombies,
make your return!
Broadway glow!
will burn!
(along the remnants 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 diction
And terrible
rot in the garbage
I can it right now
When this eviction
Takes place after
My alternate
Of sabotage
Triumphs will!

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

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

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 after this deadly hits the paper,
In will come roper, & raper,
To execute all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for brains
Drug-addled brains, drug brains

(solo)

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

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

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