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OPAL, YOU HOT BITCH!

gonna clear out the studio
(Are you kidding?)
I am not
They're gonna tear all the . . .
(I ya)
They're gonna whip all the . . .
They're gonna out all the . . .
They're pay off all the . . .
(Oh, yeah!)

And . . .
And . . .
And . . .
And . . .

Hey hey hey, in the orchestra and the chorus
'bout every one of our lovely and talented dancers
(You got it, Jack)
Talkin' the light bulb men
men (oh!)
The men
(You got it)
(The men)
Yeah, the men
(Especially Herbie Cohen, . . .)
They're all rise up
They're gonna up
I said up
Talkin' jump right up and off the floor
right up and hit the door
They're all gonna up and jump off!
They're gonna ride on
They're gonna on home
They're ride on home
They're gonna ride on
And again
Take

Yeah, two, three, four,
They're all gonna go
Through the driving and rain
They're all go home
Through the fog, through the
Through the fever and the blistering frost
They're all go home
Yeah, and get out of it as they can be,
And the goes for me
(And the goes for me)
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!

And each and every member of rock oriented comedy group in his own special way
Is get out of it as he can be
We all gonna get
We all get twisted
We all gonna get
We all gonna get
Yeah, and I am definitely get . . .
tonight
'Cause I'm a lonely
I'm a lonely
A lonely, lonely, 'bout a lonely guy!
Oh, and I tonight,
and everyone of you's gonna go home
And write down an order for that penciled front
And I know on account of that,
Next time I come
I am . . .
I am . . .
I just to, and I'm not kidding, gonna get . . .
BENT, REAMED AND

JCB: A disaster the size of Atlantic City, New Jersey!

WHOOA!
City, New Jersey!