Luyện nghe bài hát Titties Beer

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Ray (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Eddie (keyboards, violin, vocals)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
Terry (drums, vocals)
underwood (percussion, synthesizer)
Don (vocals)
David (vibes)
Randy (trumpet)
brecker (tenor saxophone, flute)
Lou (alto saxophone, flute)
cuber (baritone saxophone, clarinet)
Tom (trombone, trumpet, piccolo)
John (percussion over-dub)
Ed (percussion over-dub)
Louanne neil (osmotic over-dub)

It was the blackest
was no moon in sight
You know the ain't shinin'
the sky's too tight
I the scarey wind
I some ugly trees
There was a werewolf
'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
about her 'n my bike 'n me...
'n ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery

I even the crickets
Was weird up here
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 I like so well
'n my beer!"
Is what I started to yell, then I heard noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the devil...he's about big...

He had a red on
An' a peak
An' a pointed tail
'n a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him
I sweared I it was
He had some flesh
Stuck his claws
You it looked to me
Like it was titty
I said, "you sonofabitch!"
I was mad at him,
Well he got out his floss
'n started his fang
So I him with my shooter
Said: bang bang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what? "

"let go of pickle!"

"i'm not my pickle"

"well, who's holding your pickle "

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

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

"no! don't it! give me time to think...
I mean hold on a second boy, 'cause magic ink!"

And then the let go of his pickle
And out come my girl, was her titties
Flop-floppin'...all around the

She said "i got me three 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 went right the cliff!
The was mad, I took off to my pad
I I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back
I swear I do declare, how did she get back
I swear I do declare, how did she get back
I I do declare, how did she get back there?