Luyện nghe bài hát The Massive Improve'lence

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

Thing-fish: (to the girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence, dahlin'! jes' a few moments ago you was on yo' way to bein' severely ugly! now, thoo de magik o' stagekraff, de blubulence of yo' blobulence done re
to a respectumal reclusium! yow! science!

(to & rhonda)
Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, I b'lieves 'bout time fo yo pathetical miniaturized replicas to fall in love! after all...dis lil' sucker already been fulla glue, homo-sectional extru- s
'n army food...nothin' left fo' him to do, 'cept get catched by dis' lil' over heahhh!

'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n some titty too, ef dey can git it, so, les' get y'all in heah, 'n get dis silly busines
R wit! y'all's takin' too goddam to grow up in ermerica!

I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!

That's right! stage-craft is one thing, but this is ridiculous! where did that stimulating little come from anyway?

That's a question, harry! don't let him wiggle out of it! hound him mercifullessly until you receive a suitable answer!

Now, just hold yourself in abeyance, rhonda! I'll handle this! look here, 'mr. potato-head', what's the meaning of all this? do you realize you're asking my replica to do? do you expect him
Iterally fall in in front of all these people...with that artificial rhonda over there?

Do de pope shit in de

Now, just hold on there, buddy! let's be serious! the toilet training of exalted religious personalities is not our primary of discussion!

Harry, that's wonderful! the way you're just rearing up on your hind legs like that! terrific! so what if you suck a little cock every once in a while! that's terrific!

(to harry)
Look heahhh, sweetheart, they's somethin' fishy gwine on...all i's wantin' to do is get de romantic in'trust out de way so we can git back to de evil prince, 'n see what de fuck we gone do
! de way you's me de lip, lead me to infer a subterior motivatium!

(singing)
I a nun!
I a nun!
I a burro,
In the light!

You want a nun? de boy want a nun? what de fuck nun you want?

(singing)
I seem to make up my mind!
about mammys
so sublime...
That's the broadway
when they rhyme
A song love!

But, on broadway, it's a new day! ain'tcha hoid? yo' unrequired desirin's be mo' suited to de up in de evil prince's lab-mo-to-rium!

(whimpering)
Don't make fun of me...please! I know I'm not the most desirable kind of fellow a 'mammy could choose for intimate companionship...but...but... gosh-darn-it, I'd try...i'd really try to mak
Happy!

Harry...you are...a worm...a worm! you wormmmmmm! you are nothing but a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!

Boy obviously got a provlum! would y'all like to use my nakkin' one mo' time?

Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you say it? oh!

I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow to yet! the artificial rhonda is pining away for my wholesome companionship, just
There! this isn't right! you're letting get all out of sequence!

Whoa! I gots yo' 'sequence' hangin', boy! get outs de way! cain't dat de mizzable cock-sucker you ultimately gwine become done fell in love wit' a 'mammy nun'! awright, which one idit, swe
Rt?

I...i...can't to make up my mind...you're all so...masterful! so sensuous...you're so incredibly talented!

...a wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! you are a wor-r-r-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmmm!

Makes up yo' mind, dahlin'! we ain't gots all night heahhh! be comin' up putty quick! folks be headin' on out to de lobby fo' dem mash potatoes we tole 'em 'bout earlier!

I insist on in love, right now, this very moment, and I don't care what you do with him...

Go 'head on den...go git yo' deflateable bitch ovuh deah! judgin' fum all de fuss, you ain't in much better shape den de large economy been clutchin' at my nakkin!

We a love song (jes' yo' type), bridgin' de conceptiumal gap between what you is, what you think you is, what we think you is, what you is gonna be, 'n also what yo' rubberized madonna be s
At me of!

Sister ob'dewlla 'x', gather de mo' sensitive mammys together fo' harmonicizatiumal purposes, while de ones with de m.b.a.'s hit de lobby 'n sell some shit, 'fo de over-run yo' ass! me
Le, lil' guy, go get yo' girl 'n esspress yo-seff!