[FZ guitar, vocals
Steve Vai impossible guitar parts
Ray White vocals
Tommy Mars keyboards
Arthur Barrow bass
Chad Wackerman drums
Roy Estrada vocals
Ike Willis vocals
Bob Harris vocals]
Thing-Fish:
Whiff it, Boy! Whiff it good, now! MAMMIES, step forward 'n try t'git on down wit dem BROADWAY ZOMBIES! Dis de closin' numbuh, now! MOSES! Git yo' brown a** ovuh heah! Leave de Co-log-nuh alone fo' a minnit. Whyn'tcha go on 'n cornhole ya' some EVIL PRINCE! I B'lieve he done evolved to de point where 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! Look like he got de eeyah-noosht! Ain't no two ways about it.
'Fo y'all departs, I jes' wish to say in conclusium, as matters o' dis gravity gen'rally require some type o' philosomical post-scription, dat what y'all have witnessed heah tonight were a TRUE-STORY - only de names o' de potatoes have been changed to protect de innocent.
GALOOT CO-LOG-NUH! DON'T BUY IT, PEOPLES!
Dis have been a public service ernouncemint. Wave good-night to de white folks, 'DEWLLA!
Rhonda:
SYMBOLISM, HARRY!
Harry:
. . . not the stuff that 'Freckles' lets out!
Rhonda:
This is SYMBOLISM! Really deep, intense, thought-provoking Broadway SYMBOLISM. Really Modern, HARRY . . .
Harry:
Take your hand off that chain, honey!
Rhonda:
f*** that briefcases . . .
Harry:
. . . not the briefcases . . .
Steve Vai impossible guitar parts
Ray White vocals
Tommy Mars keyboards
Arthur Barrow bass
Chad Wackerman drums
Roy Estrada vocals
Ike Willis vocals
Bob Harris vocals]
Thing-Fish:
Whiff it, Boy! Whiff it good, now! MAMMIES, step forward 'n try t'git on down wit dem BROADWAY ZOMBIES! Dis de closin' numbuh, now! MOSES! Git yo' brown a** ovuh heah! Leave de Co-log-nuh alone fo' a minnit. Whyn'tcha go on 'n cornhole ya' some EVIL PRINCE! I B'lieve he done evolved to de point where 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! Look like he got de eeyah-noosht! Ain't no two ways about it.
'Fo y'all departs, I jes' wish to say in conclusium, as matters o' dis gravity gen'rally require some type o' philosomical post-scription, dat what y'all have witnessed heah tonight were a TRUE-STORY - only de names o' de potatoes have been changed to protect de innocent.
GALOOT CO-LOG-NUH! DON'T BUY IT, PEOPLES!
Dis have been a public service ernouncemint. Wave good-night to de white folks, 'DEWLLA!
Rhonda:
SYMBOLISM, HARRY!
Harry:
. . . not the stuff that 'Freckles' lets out!
Rhonda:
This is SYMBOLISM! Really deep, intense, thought-provoking Broadway SYMBOLISM. Really Modern, HARRY . . .
Harry:
Take your hand off that chain, honey!
Rhonda:
f*** that briefcases . . .
Harry:
. . . not the briefcases . . .