Luyện nghe bài hát Won Ton On

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
wild (piano)
Arthur (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

Not harry's voice:

Whiff it, boy! whiff it good, now! mammies, step forward 'n try t'git on down wit dem zombies! dis de closin' numbuh, now! moses! git yo' brown ass ovuh heah! leave de co-log-nuh alone
Minnit. whyn'tcha go on 'n ya' some evil prince! I b'lieve he done evolved to de point where he kin hannle it now!

See dat? uh-huh! look like he severely enjoyin' it awready! sound like he enjoyin' it, too! wuh- oh! I smells trubba! like he got de eeyah- noosht! ain't no two ways about it.

The mammies dance tangos with the zombies, (eventually hurling offstage), the evil prince corn-holes rhonda (who doesn't even notice as she waves her magic-wand fountain pen around for harr
Follow), thing-fish snatches up the crab-grass baby and ob'dewlla (one in each hand), them like maracas, while twirl-dancing around the yard, harry-as- a-boy and the artificial rhonda re
Ar, chasing after the infant, quentin robert de nameland corn-holes brown moses. opal rides the bull while francesco gives her an enema. the nativity box erratically, deli- vering dutch
Ts who offer to the audience.

'fo y'all departs, I jes' wish to say in conclu- sium, as matters o' dis gravity gen'rally re- quire some type o' post-scription, dat what y'all have witnessed heah tonight were a t
- only de names o' de potatoes have been changed to protect de innocent.

Galoot co-log-nuh! don't buy it, peoples! dis have been a public service ernouncemint. wave good-night to de folks, 'dewlla!

A conga-line is formed. they all exit through the audience, except for francesco, thing-fish & sister ob'dewlla 'x' (the crab-grass baby has been returned to and artificial rh
.

is symbolism, harry!

...not the stuff that 'freckles' out!

This is symbolism! really deep, intense, thought-provoking broadway symbolism. modern, harry...

Take your off that chain, honey!

Fuck briefcases...

...not the briefcase...