Luyện nghe bài hát Titties Beer

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Ray (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Eddie (keyboards, violin, vocals)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ruth (percussion, synthesizer)
Don (vocals)
samuels (vibes)
Randy (trumpet)
Mike (tenor saxophone, flute)
Lou (alto saxophone, flute)
Ronnie (baritone saxophone, clarinet)
Tom (trombone, trumpet, piccolo)
John (percussion over-dub)
Ed (percussion over-dub)
neil (osmotic harp over-dub)

It was the night
There was no in sight
You know the ain't shinin'
'cause the sky's too
I the scarey wind
I some ugly trees
was a werewolf honkin'
'long the of me

I'm 'n I'm bad, y'know I ain't no sissy
Got a girly by the name of chrissy
Talkin' her 'n my bike 'n me...
'n this ride up the of mystery, mystery

I noticed the crickets
Was actin' weird up
And so I I might
Just drink a beer
I said, "gimme summa what yer suckin' on..."
But there was no
she was gone...

"where's those titties that I so well
'n my beer!"
Is I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up the devil...he's about this big...

He had a red on
An' a widow's
An' then a tail
'n a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him
I I knowed it was
He had some flesh
Stuck underneath his
You know it to me
Like it was skin
I said, "you sonofabitch!"
I was mad at him,
Well he got out his floss
'n cleanin' his fang
So I shot him my shooter
Said: bang bang

the sucker just laughed 'n said, "put it away...
You know, I ate her all up...now you
say? "
You ate my "titties 'n all!"
Well, what the beer then, boy? "were the cans
tall? "
Even her boots? "would I lie to "
Shit, you musta hungry! "yes, this is true."
Well don't pay you good for the
that you do?
"well, you know, I can't complain when the checks through..."

Well I my chrissy, 'n I want my beer
So you barf it back up now, devil,
Do you

"blow it out ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil,
Do you understand? just what will you me
For
Titties and beer? I you noticed this little
here..." yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore,
"don't me that"
That's about the only i learned writing for
...gimme paper...bet yer ass I'll sign...
'cause I need a beer, 'n it's titty-squeezin'

"man, you can't fool me...you that bad...
I mean you shoulda some of the souls I had...
Why was milhous nixon 'n agnew, too...
'n both of those suckers was 'n you..."

Well, let's a deal if you think that's true
I mean, you're the devil, so whatcha do?

(improvised dialog)
"wait a minute...a of doubt crosses my mind...when you say...
That you want to make a deal me..."

"that's very, very
I'm only in two things
"yeah? "
See if you can what they are"

"i would think...uh...let's see, stravinsky..."

"i'll give you two clues. let go of pickle"

"what? "

"let go of pickle!"

"i'm not my pickle"

"well, who's your pickle then? "

"i know...she's out in the audience...
Hey dale, you like to come up here and hold
My pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the "

"i'm only in two things, and that's
and beer
You know I mean?
"what? "
Titties and
and beer
and beer
Titties and
Titties and
and beer
and beer!"
and beer!"
"i don't know if the right guy? "
and beer!"
and beer!"

"no! sign it! give me time to think...
I mean hold on a second boy, that's magic ink!"

And then the devil let go of his
And out my girl, there was her titties
Flop-floppin'...all the world

She "i got me three beers and a fistful of downs
And I'm get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!"
she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff
That's when the devil, he
And she right over the cliff!
The devil was mad, I off to my pad
I I do declare, how did she get back there?
I I do declare, how did she get back there?
I I do declare, how did she get back there?
I I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back