Luyện nghe bài hát Briefcase Boogie

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

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

(broadway-style fake singing)
Jingle bells, bells,
all the way!
Oh, fun it is to ride
To chicago day, oh...

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

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

For chrissake, rhonda! you no shame?

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

You bet! I've all my life 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
Card-bo'd

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

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

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

Rhonda un-zips the santa claus costume, revealing the rubber suit, hoping for some 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 her rubber tits, as if to squirt them at him. still no interest.

You're a wor-r-r-r-mmmmmmm! a fucking wor-r-r-r-m-m-m-m-mmmmmmmmmmm! 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
I'm squirting them on you! whoo! wheeeee! almost gotcha!

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

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

Ob'dewlla! is y'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he '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 know what I'm gonna do with it, you worm? I'm gonna make it fuck something! 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 you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look! look at this! I got it right over her
Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! big, harry! it's 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 and a violin 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 ridiculous proportions that a chain leading from just behind the head of it must
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 with a miniature doll's foot, finally indicating that s
Nceal her pubic hair with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by singing christians.

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

She 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 below 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 fuck! ha-ha-ha-hahhhhh! look! see me? see how I got my hair up? whooo! I'm really doing it!
Gh!

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

(as over-sized file 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 brothers files, aren't they dear? don't you think there'll be some about the condition of the blue paper?

Girl! bes' be wit de latch!

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

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

After nibbling on it as if it were a giant piece of corn-on-the-cob, thing-fish hands rhonda an oversized pink fountain pen 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 putting it in my mouth, harry! I'm gonna get it wet! I'm gonna stuff it up my and ride the briefcase a
You perverted bastard worm! I'm gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry! watch me! this is for your own good!