Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

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

(to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! me, I'm yours!

Rhonda: (broadway-style singing)
bells, jingle bells,
all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to
To every day, oh...

Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?

Bells on ring,
Making bright!
Oh, fun it is to ride
To every night, oh...

For chrissake, rhonda! have you no

Y'all make up y'mind yet, 'bouts de mammy o' yo'

You bet! I've waited all my for this moment! my heart is fluttering! if only I could submit myself on approval, for a limited time only...to ...to that nasty little rubber mammy on your kne

Sister ob'dewlla de mys'try sister? y'all wants t'party hearty with de min'yature rubber mammy wit de string out de back? yow! dintcha get 'nuff 'buse fum de other bitch when y'was livin' i
hut?

Harry...harry...hey! harry! wor-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! I want a divorce, harry!

Not now, dearest, please! this is serious! little mammy, what'll it be? or lips?

Harry snatches sister 'x' away from thing-fish, bashing himself with it in an irrational manner.

Rhonda un-zips the santa claus costume, revealing the rubber body suit, hoping for sign of interest from her deranged husband. there isn't any...he's beating the fuck out of himself and lov
Very of it.

She squeezes her tits, as if to squirt them at him. still no interest.

You're a wor-r-r-r-mmmmmmm! a wor-r-r-r-m-m-m-m-mmmmmmmmmmm! these are my tits, harry! I have tits! look! look at me! look at my wonderful tits, you fucking wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmm! I'm goi
Pretend I'm squirting them on you! whoo! wheeeee! gotcha!

Not now, rhonda! ow! oof! oh, I this! hurt me! hurt me! oh, pull my chain, you tiny potato-headed whatchamacallit!

They're almost squirting, harry! look! look! whoooooo! whooooo! whoooo! you worm!

Ob'dewlla! is y'awright? don't be pullin' de chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I knows y'cain hep y'seff wit dat crazy muthafucker '
' you like dat, but hang on a lil' longuh...he be droppin' de wad putty soon now!

Rhonda: (pinching her nipples, her tits)
bells, jingle bells...

Oh! is divine!

This is my pussy, harry! look! see it? you what I'm gonna do with it, you worm? I'm gonna make it fuck something! that's right! you won't get any of it...because you're disgusting! an' I do
Eed you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look! look at this! I got it over her
Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! it's big, harry! full of business papers...from my career!

A tan and brown briefcase, seven feet tall, is lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits the bungalow with a can of crisco and a case. n pantomime, he cautiously int
Ts rhonda's monologue, suggesting that she examine the contents of the case. it contains a strap-on dildo of such ridiculous proportions that a chain leading from behind the head of it must
Ooked to a leather dog collar around rhonda's neck, in order to hold it up. francesco recommends the crisco as a lubricant, daubs on a bit a miniature doll's foot, finally indicating that s
Nceal her pubic with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.

Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and locates her 'special atomic glasses' (with tiny doll arms reaching out through tiny cardboard boxes), and puts on.

She reaches in again and finds an artificial hamburger with a red ribbon on it. she mounts it on top of her head, tying the ribbon in a neat bow her chin. ready at last, she humps the brie
Vigorously.

(contd.)
I'm gonna put my glasses on, harry! I'm gonna put my hair up in a bun! then, I'm going fuck fuck! ha-ha-ha-hahhhhh! look! see me? see how I got my hair up? whooo! I'm really doing it! unngh
Gh!

Rhonda...have you no shame! keep the briefcase closed, for chrissake! all your are falling out!

Rhonda: (as over-sized folders emerge)
Unngh! I'm good! oh God I'm good! harder! faster! unngh! unngh! this is terrific! boy, I it so bad...

Those are the warner files, aren't they dear? don't you think there'll be some questions about the condition of the blue paper?

Girl! be careful wit de latch!

Rhonda: (with the in her mouth, semi-intelligible)
I'm the handle now, harry! look! mmmmmm! it tastes good! mmmmmm! mmmmmm! the handle! the handle!

Hurt me, ob'dewlla! make me whimper and beg for tiny rubber love!

After nibbling on it as if it were a giant piece of corn-on-the-cob, thing-fish rhonda an oversized pink fountain pen with her name on the clip.

I've got a fountain pen, harry! I've got a fountain pen with my initials on it! I'm it in my mouth, harry! I'm gonna get it wet! I'm gonna stuff it up my asshole and ride the briefcase a
You disgusting perverted bastard worm! I'm gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! watch me! this is for own good!