Luyện nghe bài hát The Massive Improve'lence

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

(to the rubber girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a improve'lence, dahlin'! jes' a few moments ago you was well 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 it's '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 lil' stinker over heahhh!

'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n some titty too, ef dey can git it, so, les' get y'all in positium 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 have to admit...this is a awkward situation!

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

That's a good question, harry! let him wiggle out of it! hound him mercifullessly until you receive a suitable answer!

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

Do de pope in de woods?

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

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

(to harry)
Look heahhh, sweetheart, 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 'bout
! de way you's givin' me de lip, lead me to infer a 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 kinda nun you

(singing)
I can't seem to up my mind!
Something about
so sublime...
That's the word
when they rhyme
A about love!

But, on broadway, a new day! ain'tcha hoid? yo' unrequired desirin's be mo' suited to de zomby-folk 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 hisseff a provlum! would y'all to use my nakkin' one mo' time?

Oh, yes! yes! me...your...how do you say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!

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

Whoa! I gots yo' 'sequence' hangin', boy! get outs de way! cain't y'see dat de mizzable cock-sucker you ultimately gwine become done 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 all night heahhh! intromissium 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 falling in love, right now, 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 shape den de large economy size been clutchin' at my nakkin!

We gots a 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' rubber 'n esspress yo-seff!