Luyện nghe bài hát Titties Beer

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Ray (rhythm guitar, vocals)
jobson (keyboards, violin, vocals)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
Terry (drums, vocals)
Ruth (percussion, synthesizer)
Don (vocals)
David (vibes)
brecker (trumpet)
Mike (tenor saxophone, flute)
Lou (alto saxophone, flute)
cuber (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 moon in
You know the stars ain't
'cause the too tight
I heard the scarey
I some ugly trees
There was a honkin'
'long the of me

I'm mean 'n I'm bad, y'know I no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by the of chrissy
Talkin' about her 'n my 'n me...
'n ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery

I noticed even the
Was actin' weird up
And so I I might
Just drink a little
I said, "gimme that what yer suckin' on..."
But was no reply
she was gone...

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

He had a red on
An' a peak
An' a pointed tail
'n like a reek
Yes, it was him
I I knowed it was
He had human flesh
Stuck his claws
You know it to me
Like it was titty
I said, "you sonofabitch!"
I was mad at him,
Well he just got out his
'n started cleanin' his
So I shot him my shooter
bang bang bang

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

I want 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 will you give me
For
and beer? I suppose you noticed this little
Contract here..." yer right, you son-of-a-whore,
"don't me that"
That's about the only reason i writing for
...gimme that paper...bet yer ass sign...
'cause I need a beer, 'n it's titty-squeezin'

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

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

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

"that's very, true
I'm interested in two things
"yeah? "
See if you can guess what 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, would you like to up here and hold
My to satisfy this weird man out on the stage? "

"i'm only interested in two things, and
Titties and
You know I mean?
"what? "
Titties and
and beer
Titties and
Titties and
Titties and
and beer
and beer!"
and beer!"
"i know if you're the right guy? "
and beer!"
and beer!"

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

And then the devil let go of his
And out come my girl, there was her
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!"
Then she us the finger, it was rigid and stiff
when the devil, he farted
And she right over the cliff!
The was mad, I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare, how did she get there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get 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