Luyện nghe bài hát The Massive Improve'lence

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

Thing-fish: (to the 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
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 fall in love! after all...dis lil' sucker already been fulla glue, homo-sectional s
'n food...nothin' left fo' him to do, 'cept get catched by dis' 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! takin' too goddam long to grow up in ermerica!

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

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

That's a good question, harry! don't let him 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 what you're asking my replica to do? do you him
Iterally fall in love in front of all these people...with that artificial rhonda there?

Do de pope shit in de

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

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

(to harry)
Look heahhh, sweetheart, they's 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 givin' 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? de fuck kinda nun you want?

(singing)
I can't seem to up my mind!
Something about
so sublime...
That's the broadway
Used they rhyme
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 most desirable kind of fellow a 'mammy nun' could for intimate companionship...but...but... gosh-darn-it, I'd try...i'd really try to mak
Happy!

Harry...you are...a worm...a disgusting worm! you wormmmmmm! you are 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 too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance 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! you're 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 fell in 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 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, this very moment, and I don't care 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 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, what you think you is, what we think you is, what you is 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 'n sell some shit, 'fo de customers over-run yo' ass! me
Le, lil' guy, go get yo' rubber girl 'n yo-seff!