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

Frank (guitar, dialog)
Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
Aynsley (drums)
Jim (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob (keyboards, vocals)
Don (mini-moog)

a girl like you
Doin' in a like this?

I left my place after
And I came to this
Me and my girlfriend, here
to ball

You came to the place
is it
This is the swingin-est
In New City

(Chorus line) NO SHIT!

How it is
Me and my girlfriend, we here
night looking for that
Hot we need
We to get it on --
Do you like to get it on,

Well now, did you have in mind?

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

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

You two chicks sound far aout and groovy
been to a Holiday Inn?
Mna-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa...
Magic in the Bed (Picture it!)
TV screen:
Coffee-Wost plugged into the bathroom
Formica's keen!

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

girls wouldn't let just anybody
Spew on their parts
They want a guy from a group a
Big hit in the charts

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

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

What did you say you are staying at?

Wanna right away?

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

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

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

it! Please hold it!

My God, Madge... you voluptuous New City slit...
Why did'nt you me before?
It was so hard to tell with your blousey-poo on,
but.. now that I see you... I have helped...
I didn't you were so obviously.. PREGNANT...