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| [FZ] It was the blackest night, there was no moon in sight
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| You know, the stars ain’t shinin’ ‘cause the sky’s too tight
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| I heard the scary wind, I seen some ugly trees
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| There was a werewolf honkin’ ‘long the side of me
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| I’m mean an’ I’m bad, y’know, I ain’t no sissy
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| Got a big-titty girly by the name of Chrissy
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| Talkin’ about her an’ my bike an’ me…
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| An’ this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, Mystery
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|
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| I noticed even the crickets were actin’ weird up here
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| An’ so I figured I might just drink a little beer
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| I said: “Gimme summa that, what you’re suckin’ on…”
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| But there was no reply ‘cause she was gone…
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|
|
| “Where’s those titties I like so well
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| An’ my goddamn beer!” is what I started to yell
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| Then I heard this noise like a crunchin’ twig
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| An’ ✄ UP, jumped the Devil, he’s about this big…
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|
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| He had a red suit on an’ a widow’s peak
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| An’ then a pointed tail an’ like a sulphur reek
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| Yes, it was him awright, I swear I knowed it was
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| He had some human flesh stuck underneath his claws
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|
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| You know, it looked to me like it was titty skin
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| I said: “You, son of a bitch!” ‘cause I was mad at him
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| Well, he just got out his floss an’ started cleanin’ his fang
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| So I shot him with my shooter, said: “BANG BANG BANG”
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|
|
| Then the sucker just laughed an’ said
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| [Terry Bozzio] Oh, put it away…
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| You know, I ate her all up…
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| Now what you gonna say?
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| [FZ] You ate my Chrissy?
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| [Terry Bozzio] Titties an’ all!
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| [FZ] Well, what about the beer then, boy?
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| [Terry Bozzio] Ah, were the cans this tall?
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|
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| [FZ] Even her boots?
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| [Terry Bozzio] Would I lie to you?
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| [FZ] Shit, you musta been hungry
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| [Terry Bozzio] Yes, this is true
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|
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| [FZ] Don’t they pay you good for the stuff that you do?
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| [Terry Bozzio] Well, you know, I can’t complain when the checks come through…
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|
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| [FZ] Well, I want my Chrissy an’ I want my beer
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| So you just barf it back up, now, Devil, do you hear?
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| [Terry Bozzio] Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
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| I mean, I am the Devil, do you understand?
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| Just what will you give me for your titties and beer?
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| I suppose you noticed this little contract here…
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|
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| [FZ] You’re goddam right, you, son-of-a-whore
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| [Terry Bozzio] Don’t call me that!
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| [FZ] That’s about the only reason I learned writin’ for…
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| Gimme that paper… bet yer ass I will sign
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| Because I need a beer an’ it’s titty-squeezin’ time!
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|
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| [Terry Bozzio] Man, you can’t fool me… you ain’t that bad!
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| I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls that I’ve had…
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| [FZ] Oh yeah?
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| [Terry Bozzio] Why, there was Milhous Nixon an’ Agnew, too…
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| An’ both of those suckers was worse ‘n you…
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|
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| [FZ] Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true
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| I mean, you’re the Devil… so whatcha gonna do?
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| [Terry Bozzio] Wait a minute, a tinge of doubt crosses my mind when you say that you want to make a deal with me
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| [FZ] That’s very, very true
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|
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| [Terry Bozzio] Wait, you ain’t supposed to wanna make a deal with me
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| [FZ] Ah, but I’m slightly different than your average customer, Devil
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| [Terry Bozzio] But, wait, but most people don’t want to make a deal with me
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| [FZ] Yeah
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| [Terry Bozzio] What’s your story?
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| [FZ] Well, most people are afraid of you, see? They don’t know how stupid you are. I happen to know that you jack off to a picture of Punky Meadows ▶ when you get home
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| [Terry Bozzio] Grrah… stupid… grrh
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|
|
| [FZ] You know, ever since that guy told you that he contained more fluid than Jeff Beck ▶ you’ve been tryin’ to outdo him. Awright, look, I’m gonna say one thing to you, this may not register right away, but let me say this:
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| Leave your pickle alone for a couple of nights, you know what I mean? Now, come on! I’m only interested in a couple of things. (Wait, is that a note for me? Is somebody passing me a note? What does this say? “Frank, please do me a favor, I can’t find a brother of mine, I could dig it if you could call him from stage. His name is Dirty Tom Nomads M.C.”, signed “Thanks, Bear” or “Bean”, I can’t tell. Well, if he’s out there, Dirty Tony de la Nomads M.C. get in touch with Bean or Bear). And as I was sayin’, Devil, I’m an average sort of a person, I’m… you wouldn’t believe it, but I’m very much like the people here in this audience tonight.
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| [Terry Bozzio] What?
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| [FZ] I think we definitely have something in common
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Wait a minute, I thought you had funny things growing in your hair and all that other stuff. I thought, write weird music, you know, I thought…
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| [FZ] Listen…
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| [Terry Bozzio] Biker and everything, I mean, shit, you know?
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| [FZ] Listen carefully…
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| [Terry Bozzio] Big tittie chick that you just had out here with the camera, I mean, you know…
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| [FZ] Listen carefully to me, oh, Devil…
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| [Terry Bozzio] Uh-huh
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|
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| [FZ] I’m only interested in two things
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| [Terry Bozzio] Yeah
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| [FZ] See if you can guess what they are
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| [Terry Bozzio] I would think uh… let’s see, maybe uh…
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| [FZ] Well, I’ll give you…
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| [Terry Bozzio] Stravinsky… and uh…
|
| [FZ] I’ll give you two clues…
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| [Terry Bozzio] Let’s see uh…
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| [FZ] Let go of your pickle
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| [Terry Bozzio] What?
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| [FZ] Let go of your PICKLE!
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| [Terry Bozzio] I’m not holding my pickle
|
| [FZ] Well, who’s holding your pickle then?
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| [Terry Bozzio] I don’t know… ha! She’s out in the audience. Hey, Dale, would you like to come up here and hold my pickle to satisfy this weird man out here on the stage?
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| [FZ] You’re probably wondering why we call it a pickle
|
| [Ray Collins] Ha ha ha!
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| [Terry Bozzio] Oh no!
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| [FZ] I don’t… I hate… I hate to squeal on you, Bozzio, I mean, Devil but, look, I’m only interested in two things
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| [Terry Bozzio] Now, wait a minute, all I have to say is: “God help me”! Even though I have this… this fucking mask on…
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| [FZ] Ha ha ha ha ha! Listen, if you think that mask looks bad, you oughta see his pickle
|
|
|
| [FZ] I’m only interested in two things, that’s titties and beer, you know what I mean?
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| [Terry Bozzio] What?
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| [FZ] Yeah
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| [Terry Bozzio] Titties and beer?
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| [FZ] Titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer…
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Whoa, I don’t know if you’re the right guy!
|
| [FZ] Titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] No! Don’t sign it! Give me time to think… I mean…
|
| [FZ] Alright!
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| [Terry Bozzio] Hold on a second, boy… ‘cause that’s magic ink!
|
|
|
| [FZ] And then the Devil let go of his pickle an’ out jumped m’ girl
|
| They heard the titties plop-ploppin’ all around the world
|
| She said: “I got me three beers an’ a fist fulla downs
|
| An’ I’m gonna get ripped, so fuck you clowns!”
|
| Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid an’ stiff
|
| That’s when the Devil, he farted an’ she went right over the cliff
|
| (Whoa! Tinsel time!)
|
|
|
| Well, the Devil was mad, I took off to my pad
|
| I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
|
| I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
|
| I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
|
| I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
|
| I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
|
| I swear I do de—
|
|
|
| [FZ] Awright… Awright, that… that’s enough for the Devil and his famous pickle. We’re goin’ to make another dramatic if… if somewhat… rickety segue into another song called “Cruisin’ for burgers”, wait a minute.
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|
|
| [Don Pardo] In today’s rapidly changing world, musical groups appear almost every day with some new promotional device. Some of these devices have been known to leave irreparable scars on the minds of foolish young consumers. One such case is seated before you: live on stage, yes, Terry Bozzio!
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| [Terry Bozzio] That’s meeee!
|
| [Don Pardo] That cute little drummer. Terry recently felt in love with a publicity photo of a boy named Punky Meadows, lead guitar player from a group called “Angel”. In the photo, Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo in a semi-profile which emphasized the pooched out succulence of his insolent pouting rictus…
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| [Terry Bozzio] Ooh, Punky!
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| [Don Pardo] The sight of which drove the helpless drummer MAD WITH DESIRE!
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] I CAN’T STAND THE WAY HE POUTS
|
| (‘Cause he might not be pouting for me!)
|
| Hah! Pouting for you?
|
| Hah! Punky Meadows? Pouting for you?
|
|
|
| HIS HAIR’S SO SHINY AND IT’S DONE REAL NICE
|
| (‘Til I squirm with ecstasy!)
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|
|
| [Instrumental]
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|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on…
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|
|
| Oh, Punky, ✄ isn’t it romantic?
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on…
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| I promise not to come in your mouth ▶
|
|
|
| Punky, Punky, your album’s the shits, it’s all wrong…
|
| But, listen, this is no laughing matter
|
|
|
| I AIN’T REALLY QUEER, BUT IF HE EVER GOT NEAR
|
| STEVEN TYLER WOULD PAY TO SEE, PAY TO SEE!
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|
|
| Punky’s whips, Punky’s whips
|
| His hair’s so shiny, I love his hips
|
| I love his teeth, an’ his gums an’ such…
|
| What’s up, baby?
|
| Punky, you’re an angel…
|
| Oh, you know that’s the kind of stuff that I like to hear
|
| You’re too much
|
|
|
| He’s been havin’ a rash
|
| No shit
|
| That keeps the girls away
|
| Skin doom
|
| Skin doom
|
| Is what the doctors say
|
|
|
| I wonder if Punky is rehearsin’ today
|
| I’ll just go over an’ hear him play
|
| His hair is so pretty… I’d like to bite his neck
|
| I’ve heard a rumor, he’s more fluid than Jeff Beck ▶
|
| Dig this:
|
| I AIN’T QUEER
|
| I AIN’T GAY
|
| (He’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay
|
| A wrist array-he-hey)
|
| That’s all it is
|
|
|
| Punky’s lips, Punky’s lips
|
| Oh, I love his hair, eatin’ Donkey chips
|
| Yes, I love his blink and his blank-blank-blank
|
| Why, maybe he’d like to YANK MY CRANK?
|
| YANK IT PUNKY!
|
| YANK IT FASTER!
|
| YANK IT HARDER!
|
| YANK IT ALL NITE LONG!
|
| COME ON, PUNKY! GET FUNKY!
|
|
|
| I AIN’T QUEER
|
| NO, NO, NO, NO!
|
| I AIN’T GAY
|
| NO, NO, NO, NO!
|
| (He’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay
|
| A wrist array-he-hey)
|
| One more time for the world!
|
| And then he said:
|
| “I AIN’T QUEER
|
| I AIN’T GAY”
|
| (He’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ay-hay)
|
|
|
| I-I… Lord, I-I’m fo-fo-o-o-nd of chiffo-on
|
| In a wrist array-ee-ay-hey
|
| I said
|
| I-I-I-I-I-I-I… I’m a little fo-o-nd of chiffo-on
|
| In a wrist array-hey-ay-ay-hey
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| [FZ] Thank you. Our birthday boy, Terry Bozzio, sad but true. Just a minute.
|
|
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
|
|
| He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
|
| His fav’rite phrase was “Outa-site”
|
| He had an Irish Setter
|
| Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche arf
|
|
|
| It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
|
| The moon was dim, the band was tight
|
| They did the Bump together
|
|
|
| What a splendid sight
|
| Roon doon doon doon
|
| Her teeth were white
|
| Oo-ah oo-oooh
|
| The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
|
| He was glad that he met her
|
|
|
| She was an office girl, “My name is Betty”
|
| Her fav’rite group was Helen Reddy
|
| (They discussed the weather!)
|
|
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a…
|
| Baby, don’t you want a…
|
| Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
|
|
|
| She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
|
| Her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport
|
| Was hockey (in the winter)
|
| [Mumble]
|
|
|
| He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
|
| Any sport with a PUCK had to be ‘bout the best
|
| As he jabbed his elbow in her
|
| (Get it, honey? Get it?)
|
|
|
| Later on they went off to where the music was soft
|
| The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
|
| Who delivered their dinner
|
|
|
| The rice was brown and soon they found
|
| That the crowd around that had jammed the room
|
| Well, it seemed to be getting thinner
|
|
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a…
|
| Baby, don’t you want a…
|
| Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
|
|
|
| He took her home to a motor court
|
| She would not kiss him, he tried to ignore it
|
| But it made him angry!
|
| Angry! It made me angry!
|
| Why, it made me so angry
|
| I COULD HAVE KILLED THAT LOUSY BITCH!
|
|
|
| He called her a slut
|
| Slut slut slut
|
| A pig
|
| Pig pig pig
|
| And a whore
|
| Whore whore whore
|
| A bitch
|
| Bitch bitch bitch
|
| And a cunt
|
| Cunt cunt cunt
|
| And she slammed the door
|
| The door!
|
| In a petulant frenzy!
|
| A petulant frenzy!
|
| This is a petulant frenzy!
|
| I’m petulant
|
| And I’m having a frenzy!
|
|
|
| On the sofa she weeps
|
| BOO HOO HOO HOO!
|
| She weeps and she weeps
|
| BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
|
| She weeps and she peeps through the curtain
|
|
|
| He just got in his car
|
| But the battery’s dead
|
| So he asked to use the phone
|
| And she gives him some head
|
| And that’s the end of the story
|
|
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Ah, baby, don’t you want a man like me?
|
| Honey, honey, hey
|
| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
|
| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
|
| Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
|
|
|
| Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometimes?
|
|
|
| [FZ] And now, folks, it’s time for Don Pardo to deliver our special Illinois enema bandit-type announcement. TAKE IT AWAY, DON!
|
|
|
| [Don Pardo] This is a true story about a famous criminal from right around Chicago. This is the story of Michael Kenyon, a man who’s serving time at this very moment for the crime of armed robbery. It so happens, that at the time of these robberies, Michael decided to give his female victims a little enema. Apparently, there was no law against that. But his name lives on: MICHAEL KENYON, THE ILLINOIS ENEMA BANDIT!
|
|
|
| [Ray White] The Illinois enema bandit
|
| I heard he’s on the loose
|
| I heard he’s on the loose
|
| Lord, the pitiful screams
|
| Of all them college-educated women…
|
| He’d just be tyin’ ‘em up
|
| (They’d be all bound down)
|
| Just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
|
| The Illinois enema bandit juice
|
| He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
|
| The Illinois enema bandit juice
|
| He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
|
| The Illinois enema bandit juice
|
| He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
|
| The Illinois enema bandit juice
|
|
|
| The Illinois enema bandit
|
| I heard it on the news
|
| I heard it on the news
|
| Bloomington, Illinois… he has caused some alarm
|
| Just sneakin’ around there from farm to farm
|
| He’s got a rubberized bag and a hose on his arm
|
| Lookin’ for some rustic co-ed rump
|
| That he just might wanna pump
|
| Lookin’ for some rustic co-ed rump
|
| That he just might wanna pump
|
| Lookin’ for some rustic co-ed rump
|
| That he just might wanna pump
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| [Ray White] The Illinois enema bandit
|
| One day he’ll have to pay
|
| Someday he’ll have to pay
|
|
|
| [FZ] The police will say: “You’re under arrest!”
|
| And the judge would have him for a special guest
|
| Then the D.A. will order a secret test
|
| Stuff his pudgy little thumbs in the side of his vest
|
| Then they’ll put out a call-yooou for the jury folks
|
| (That’s you over there)
|
| And the judge would say: “No poo-poo jokes!”
|
| Then they’ll drag in the bandit for all to see
|
| Sayin’: “Don’t nobody, no, no, have no sympathy…
|
| Hot soapy water in the first degree”
|
| And then the bandit might say: ✄ “WHY IS EVERYBODY LOOKIN’ AT ME?”
|
|
|
| Did you cause this misery?
|
| Well, did you cause this kinda misery?
|
| Well, did you cause this misery?
|
| Well, one girl shout: “LET THE BANDIT BE!”
|
|
|
| Bandit, are you guilty?
|
| Bandit, are you guilty?
|
| Tell me now, what’s your plea?
|
| Another girl shout: ✄ “LET THE FIEND GO FREE!”
|
|
|
| Are you guilty? Bandit, did you do these deeds?
|
| Come on now
|
| He said: “It must be just what they all need…”
|
| “It must be just what they all need…”
|
| That’s right!
|
| “It must be just what they all need…”
|
| Over there
|
| “It must be just what they all need…”
|
| Help me out now!
|
| “It must be just what they all need…”
|
| That’s right!
|
| “It must be just what they all need…”
|
|
|
| [Ray White] He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
|
| Don’t you know it must be just what they all need…
|
| [Repeat]
|
|
|
| Talkin’ ‘bout the Illinois…
|
| Illinois…
|
| Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Fontana ▶, ha
|
| Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Po-head-otated, ha
|
| (I’ll try again)
|
| Potato-Headed Bobby ▶
|
| Talkin’ ‘bout the Illinois enema bandit…
|
| Yeah yeah yeah
|
|
|
| [FZ] Wait a minute, this is for Roy Estrada, wherever he is:
|
| Wanna-wanna-wannanennema
|
| An enema
|
| Wanna-wanna-wannanennema
|
| An enema
|
| I wanna-wanna-wannanennema
|
| Eh, TAKE IT AWAY!
|
|
|
| [Ray White] The Illinois enema bandit
|
| The enema bandit
|
| The enema bandit
|
| The enema bandit
|
| The enema bandit
|
| Talkin’ ‘bout the Illinois enema bandit…
|
|
|
| It can’t happen here! ▶
|
| JUICE!
|
|
|
| [FZ] AWRIGHT-AWRIGHT! Ray White, the assistant Illinois enema bandit, live on stage here in New York!
|
|
|
| That’s it, sit right down and make yourselves comfortable
|
| [FZ] One, two, three, four
|
|
|
| Alright
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| [FZ] I am gross and perverted
|
| I’m obsessed an’ deranged
|
| I have existed for years
|
| But very little has changed
|
|
|
| I’m the tool of the government
|
| And industry too
|
| For I am destined to rule
|
| And regulate you
|
|
|
| I might be vile and pernicious
|
| But you can’t look away
|
| I make you think I’m delicious
|
| With the stuff that I say
|
|
|
| I’m the best you can get
|
| Have you guessed me yet?
|
| I’m the slime oozin’ out from your… TAKE IT AWAY, DON PARDO!
|
|
|
| [Don Pardo] YOU WILL OBEY ME WHILE I LEAD YOU
|
| AND EAT THE GARBAGE THAT I FEED YOU
|
| UNTIL THE DAY THAT WE DON’T NEED YOU
|
| DON’T GO FOR HELP… NO ONE WILL HEED YOU
|
|
|
| YOUR MIND IS TOTALLY CONTROLLED
|
| IT IS STUFFED INTO MY MOLD
|
| AND YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD
|
| UNTIL THE RIGHTS TO YOU ARE SOLD!
|
|
|
| TAKE IT AWAY, FRANK!
|
| [FZ] Thanks, Don!
|
|
|
| That’s right, folks… don’t touch that dial!
|
|
|
| I am the slime from your video
|
| Oozin’ along on your livin’ room floor
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| I am the slime from your video
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| [Don Pardo] NO, FRANK! I’M THE SLIME!
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| [FZ] You can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go
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| [Don Pardo] I’M THE SLIME, I AM THE SLIME
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| [FZ] I am the slime from your video
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| Oozin’ along on your livin’ room floor
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| I am the slime from your video
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| You can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go
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| [Don Pardo] HA HA HA HA HA!
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| BWAH HA HA!
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| BWAH HA HA!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| She was my steady date until she put on weight
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| Ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma Emma!
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| Dip! Too-koo-too koo-too-koo too-koo-too too-koo-too
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| Ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma Emma!
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| Dip! Boogedy boogedy boogedy boogedy
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| [Instrumental]
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
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| She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
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| She used to knock me out, a-oooh, until her face broke out, a-oooh
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| Thank you
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| [FZ] Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
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| A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
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| Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works where the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| Slime an’ rot, rats an’ snot an’ vomit on the floor
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| Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin’ spears by the iron door
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| Knives an’ spikes an’ guns and the likes of every tool of pain
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| An’ a sinister midget with a bucket an’ a mop where the blood goes down the drain
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works an’ the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| An Evil Prince eats a steamin’ pig in a chamber right near there
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| He eats the snouts an’ the trotters first
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| The loins an’ the groins is soon dispersed
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| His carvin’ style is well rehearsed
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| He stands and shouts:
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| And disagree, well, no-one durst
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| (That’s right!)
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| He’s the best of course of all the worst
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| He’s the best of course of all the worst
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| Some wrong been done, he done it first
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| Some wrong been done, he done it first
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| An’ he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the night of the iron sausage where the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| [Instrumental]
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| Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Who are all these people that is locked away up there?
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| Are they crazy?
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| Are they sainted?
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| Are they zeros someone painted?
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| It has never been explained since at first it was created
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| But a dungeon, like a sin
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| Requires naught but lockin’ in
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| Of everything that’s ever been
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| Look at her
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| Look at him
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| (Yeah, you!)
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| [FZ] Thank you!
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