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E place, painted all green on the inside, where musicians and former executives take turns snorting detergent and plooking each other...(as the central scrutinizer chuckles to himself for a moment, father riley, who became buddy jones, steps into view in his new identity: father riley b. jones, prison chaplain, who, in a rather-handed piece of imagery, is now entrusted with the job of singing this song as he assists the captured executives in their quest for new meat to plook, and, once having found these victims forRinces of the industry, trades them little blobs of sanctified lubricant jelly for cigarettes and candy bars while he holds them down so the execs won't have to work too hard when they stick it...anyway, listen, while he's in there he meets this guy who used to be a promo man for a major record company, named bald-headed john... king of the plookers...Father riley b. jones:This is the story 'boutBald-headed johnFormer execs:Dong work for yuda,Dong, dongFather riley b. jones:He talks a lot 'n' it'sUsually wrongFormer execs:Dong work for yuda,Dong, dongFather riley b. jones:He said dongWas wong,'n wong was kong'n dong work forYuda,'n john was wrongFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againDong work for yudaDong, dongSorry johnSorry betterTry it againHe said dongWas wongAnd wong was kongAnd dong was gong'n john was wrongFather riley b. jones:John's got a sausageYeh manJohn's got a sausageYeh manJohn's got a sausageThat'll make you fartJohn's got a sausageThat'll breakYour heartMake you fartAnd break your heartDon't bend overIf you are smartHe took a little walkTo the weenie standJohn's got a sausageYeh manA great big weenieIn both his handsJohn's got a sausageYeh manHe sucked on the end'til the mustard squirtHe said, "ya'll standBack 'cause youMight get hurt"Former execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againJohn's got a sausageYeh manSorry johnSorry betterTry it againHe said dongWas wongWong was kongKong was gong'n john was wrongSorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:Make way for theIron shaschigeFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:I need a dozen towelsSo the boys can takeA showerFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:Bartender, bring meA colada and milkFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:Well, on second thought,Make that a water...HtoFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:Falcum...Take me to the falcum!Former execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:I wave my bagsDid you wave your'nFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:Well how muchDid they wave?Former execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:Ah'm almost twoKilometers tallFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:This girl must bePraketing richcraftFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againBald-headed john:Don't worry aboutThe faggotI'll take care ofThe faggotFormer execs:Sorry johnSorry betterTry it againTry it again,Try it againTry, try, try again...Etc., etc., etc.Bald-headed john:Your pomona isVery extinct...Yeah, I studied withThe dong of tokyo'n also with theOriental kato...My body containUh waterI just loves the wayThese copenhagensTalks!Driver, mcdoodle...SausageSalimaSalamiThat looks like thatStuff that frecklesLets outOnce a mumfth... |
