Luyện nghe bài hát Won Ton On

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

Not really harry's

Whiff it, boy! whiff it good, now! mammies, step forward 'n try t'git on wit dem broadway 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 cornhole ya' some evil prince! I b'lieve he done evolved to de point 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 them offstage), the evil prince corn-holes (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), shaking 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 rotates erratically, 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 o' philosomical post-scription, dat what y'all have witnessed heah tonight were a t
Tory - only de names o' de have been changed to protect de innocent.

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

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

is symbolism, harry!

...not the stuff that lets out!

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

Take hand off that chain, honey!

Fuck briefcases...

...not the briefcase...