Frank (guitar, synclavier) vai (guitar) Ray (guitar, vocals) mars (keyboards) Chuck (piano) Arthur (bass) thunes (bass) Jay (string bass) Ed (percussion) Chad (drums) Ike (vocals) bozzio (vocals) Dale (vocals) murphy brock (vocals) Bob (vocals) Johnny "guitar" (vocals)
Thing-fish: (to the girl) Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence, dahlin'! jes' a few moments ago you was well on yo' way to bein' ugly! now, thoo de magik o' stagekraff, de blubulence of yo' blobulence done re Cated to a reclusium! yow! science!
(to & rhonda) Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, I b'lieves it's 'bout time fo yo pathetical miniaturized replicas to in love! after all...dis lil' sucker already been fulla glue, homo-sectional extru- s 'n army food...nothin' left fo' him to do, get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n some too, ef dey can git it, so, les' get y'all in positium heah, 'n get dis silly busines R wit! y'all's too goddam long to grow up in ermerica!
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather situation!
That's right! stage-craft is one thing, but this is ridiculous! where did that stimulating little come from anyway?
That's a good question, harry! don't let him wiggle out of it! hound him mercifullessly until you receive a 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 what 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 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, 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 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 nun you want?
(singing) I seem to make up my mind! about mammys so sublime... That's the word Used when they A song love!
But, on broadway, it's a new day! ain'tcha hoid? yo' unrequired 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 desirable kind of fellow a 'mammy nun' 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 got hisseff a provlum! would y'all like 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 chance to 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 become done fell in love wit' a 'mammy nun'! awright, which one idit, swe Rt?
I...i...can't seem to 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 falling in love, right now, this very moment, and I 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 love song (jes' yo' type), bridgin' de conceptiumal gap between what you is, 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 shit, 'fo de customers over-run yo' ass! me Le, guy, go get yo' rubber girl 'n esspress yo-seff!