[includes Amnerika and quote from What'd I Say (Charles) and Wooly Bully (Samudio)]
[FZ synclavier
Arthur Barrow bass
Chad Wackerman drums]
Ensemble:
(singing)
De white boy troubles!
(White boy troubles!)
De white boy troubles!
(Boy got troubles!)
Oh what a boidennn!
(Ooh, heavy boidennn!)
His car's fucked up!
De boy got a provlem!
She ripped up de 'polstry
(Wit de red dress on)
Outa dat O-zo-mobile!
(Tell me what I say)
Hafta go ta Tia-Juana now!
(Mattie told Hattie)
He should go to BROWN MOSES,
Way down in Egyppp-Lainnn!
(Egyppp-Lainnn)
Thing-Fish:
(checking off a clipboard, like a social worker)
Looks likes y'done putty good heahh, HARRY-AS-A-BOY! I sees ya' growin' up like a weed, axmodently reproducin' YOSEFF 'n evvythang. Done found some low-rent housin' in a one-dimensional cardbode nativity box on some Italian's funt lawn . . . bunch o' crab-grass underneath de offspring fo quick 'n easy sanitatium . . . shit! Y'all provvly be savin' up fo yo first LAVA LAMP putty soon!
Harry-As-A-Boy:
We're incredibly happy! Even though I'm gay for business purposes, my relationship with artificial RHONDA has blossomed into something really beautiful, although I must confess to being baffled by how she got knocked up.
Thing-Fish:
Well, if de trufe be told, it were de father o' de boy at de gas statium . . . when y'sent de ol' lady in fo' de inner-tube patchin', 'round de foth o' July.
Harry-As-A-Boy:
QUENTIN? How could he be so unfaithful? I'm sure God has ways of punishing naughty little guys like that!
Thing-Fish:
Mights well stop complainin', boy!
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