Luyện nghe bài hát Wet T - Shirt Nite

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike (lead vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
mars (keyboards)
Arthur (bass, vocals)
Ed (percussion)
Vinnie (drums)
(tenor saxophone)
Marginal (baritone saxophone)
(bass saxophone)
Dale (vocals)
Al (vocals)
steward (harmonica)

After a few weeks on the bus, being porked by toad-o's road crew, and being too exhausted to do their laundry on a regular basis, mary is dumped in miami. with no (and no other famous rock
Ps due into the area for at least three weeks), she tries to up a few bucks by entering the wet t-shirt contest at the brasserie...

Looks to me like funny is going on around here people laughin' 'n' dancin' 'n' payin' entirely too much for their beer and they all think they are clean outa-site and they're ready to
'cause the sign outside says it's wet t-shirt nite 'n' they all crave some hot delight well the girls are excited because in a minute they're gonna get wet 'n' the boys are because al
Titties will get 'em upset 'n' they all think they are reety-awright 'n' they're ready to boogie 'cause the sign outside says it's wet t-shirt nite 'n' they all crave some pink delight the
R gets on 'em their ninnies get rigid 'n' look pretty bold it's a common reaction that makes an attraction whenever it's cold 'n' all of the fellas they wish they could on the cute little n
S the local girls are showin' off tonite you know I it serves 'em right you know I think it serves 'em right you know I think it serves 'em right you know I think it serves 'em right and i
Et t-shirt time again I
You want to show you some tit! big ones! wet ones! big wet ones!

At point, father riley (who had been recently de-frocked for not meeting his quota, and has grown his hair out and bought a groovy sport coat and moved to miami and changed his name to budd
Es) steps onto the crowded bandstand in his exciting new role as a wet t-shirt emcee...

Buddy
Ah, thanks, ike... yes, it's wet t-shirt time again here at the brasserie... home of the tits...huh huh... and the charming mary from canoga park up next in her bid for the semi-finals... h
Ry...howya

Having been fucked senseless by the boys in the crew, mary does not recognize the former religious personage from her in the rectory basement during which she acquired her basic manual sk
..confounded by his coat, she replies...

Hi!

Realizing that she no longer recognizes him...or even appreciates the patient religious he had given her in the past, buddy jones, like a true wet t-shirt emcee type person, proceeds to
Various stupid things to waste time, making the contest itself take longer, thereby giving the mongoloids on the dance floor an opportunity to buy more exciting beverages...liquid prod
That will expand their consciousnesses to the point whereby they might more enjoy the ambiance of miami by night...

Buddy
Where ya

Ah, the bus...

Buddy
Which

You know...the tour... you know...leather

jones:
Oh...you were the girl stuck to seat 38 phydeaux iii... why don't you get in position and take a deep breath, because this water is very, cold, but it's goin' to be so stimulating. and mary
E kind of red- american girl who'll do anything...

Anything...

Buddy
I said anything...for fifty bucks right!

I really the fifty bucks you know I gotta get home!

jones:
Yeh, I know, your father is waiting for you in the tool shed...that's right, you heard right...our big prize tonite is fifty american dollars to the girl the most exciting mammalian protube
S...

I am!

Buddy
...as viewed through a thoroughly soaked, stupid looking white sort of male person's conservative kind of cotton undergarment! whoopee! and here comes the water!

Eeek!

Buddy
No, you'd squeak if the water got on you...sounds like you just got an ice pick in the forehead...and here comes the ice pick in the forehead ...a million laughs, mary! anyway; good golly,
A mess...she's totally soaked...yeh, totally committed to the fifty bucks...that's it just step the spotlight...let the guys get a good look at ya honey!

I am!

Buddy
Whaddya say, fellas? nice setta jugs? now mary, about shakin' it around a little...

Ooooh!

Buddy
Oh my goodness, at her go!

Oooh! I'm dancing! I'm dancing!

Buddy
Ain't this what living is all about! here's your fifty bucks mary...

Oh great! now I can go home!

Buddy
Home is where the is.

On the bus.