Luyện nghe bài hát The Massive Improve'lence

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
wild (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (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' severely ugly! now, thoo de 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 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, get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!

'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a 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 have 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 good question, harry! don't let him wiggle out of it! hound him until you receive a suitable answer!

Now, just hold yourself in abeyance, rhonda! I'll handle this! look here, 'mr. potato-head', 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 artificial over there?

Do de shit in de woods?

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

Harry, that's wonderful! the way you're just 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, 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 prince, 'n see what de fuck we gone do 'bout
! de way you's givin' me de lip, lead me to a subterior motivatium!

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

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

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

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

(whimpering)
Don't make fun of me...please! I know I'm not the most desirable 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 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! 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 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 de way! cain't y'see 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 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! intromissium be comin' up quick! folks be headin' on out to de lobby fo' dem mash potatoes we tole 'em 'bout earlier!

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

Go 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 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 lobby 'n sell some shit, 'fo de customers yo' ass! me
Le, lil' guy, go get yo' rubber girl 'n yo-seff!