Luyện nghe bài hát What Kind Of Girl Do You Think We Are?

Frank (guitar, dialog)
Mark (lead vocals, dialog)
Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
Dunbar (drums)
Jim (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob (keyboards, vocals)
Don (mini-moog)

What's a like you
Doin' in a place this?

I left my place midnight
And I to this hall
Me and my girlfriend, wecame
to ball

You came to the right
is it
This is the swingin-est
In New York

(Chorus line) NO SHIT!

How it is
Me and my girlfriend, we come
Every night looking for
Hot romance we
We to get it on --
Do you like to get it on,

Well now, did you have in mind?

Okay: well I get off bein'
a baby octopus
An spewed upon with corn! AAH... UNH!
An' my girlfriend, she it
With a hot bottle
While somebody's
CORKS 'N'
PIGS 'N'
ALICE COOPER'S ... AAAAAAH!

Well, it me so hot
I could
(Chorus line) ALICE COOPER, COOPER! YAAAAH!
COOPER, ALICE COOPER! YAAAAH!

You two sound real far aout and groovy
Ever been to a Inn?
Mna-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa...
Magic in the Bed (Picture it!)
Wall-mounted TV
Coffee-Wost plugged the bathroom wall
Formica's keen!

(Chorus line) What kind of girl do you we are?
What of girl do you think we are?
Don't us groupies
That is too far
We wouldn't you
Just because you're a

These girls wouldn't let just
on their vital parts
They want a guy from a with a
Big hit single in the

you should mention it:
Our new single just made the charts this
a bullet! With a bullet!
Lust let me put a little
Rancid Budweiser on my beard now, Baby

And you can show me how a young girl as you
be thrilled and overwhelmed by me...

What hotel did you say you are at?

Wanna split away?

Not so fast, you silly boy... there's one thing I say:

(Chorus line) We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the
We aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy a group who's got a thing in the charts
We aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts

And if his dick is a
If his is a monster
If his is a monster
We will him our hearts...

Hold it! Please it!

My God, Madge... you voluptuous New York slit...
Why did'nt you tell me
It was so hard to tell with your little on,
but.. now I see you... I would have helped...
I know you were so obviously.. PREGNANT...