Mozart Piano Sonata In BB Songtext
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FZ: Okay, now, the entertaining part of this . . . section.
While the well-disciplined Ian Underwood plays selected
fragments from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's "Piano Sonata In
B-flat"
which some of you may find amusing.
Oh you have to carry him . . .
Carry him?
While the well-disciplined Ian Underwood plays selected
fragments from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's "Piano Sonata In
B-flat"
which some of you may find amusing.
Oh you have to carry him . . .
Carry him?
You have to carry him
Come on over, you told to her, I mean . . .
He looks fat!
God, oh m' God!
Where's the chicken?
Bock! Bock! Be-REHH
Bock! Be-REHH
ACTION!
Bock bock, be-REHH
Boy, do I hate chickens!
Bock bock, be-REHH
Bock bock, be . . . SNORK
SNORK . . . SNORRRRK . . .
FZ: Put him in the middle of the stage and we can all dance
around him and bring him back to life.
Kansas: Will he come out of it?!!
Roy?: Yes . . .
JCB: Far Out!!!
He's looking better, Kanzus.
Kansas: Anybody got a smoke for him? Bunk: I think she's pregnant [...].
Kansas: Safe to say it's going to deliver us from something.
Build a fish, a biological masterpiece.
FZ: During this part of our extremely zany ballet, Don
Preston disguised as a mad scientist will convert the
unwilling Motorhead Sherwood into a walking zombie.
Bock . . . bock, bock . . . bock . . . BOCK!
No, let him get his smock on!
Come on over, you told to her, I mean . . .
He looks fat!
God, oh m' God!
Where's the chicken?
Bock! Bock! Be-REHH
Bock! Be-REHH
ACTION!
Bock bock, be-REHH
Boy, do I hate chickens!
Bock bock, be-REHH
Bock bock, be . . . SNORK
SNORK . . . SNORRRRK . . .
FZ: Put him in the middle of the stage and we can all dance
around him and bring him back to life.
Kansas: Will he come out of it?!!
Roy?: Yes . . .
JCB: Far Out!!!
He's looking better, Kanzus.
Kansas: Anybody got a smoke for him? Bunk: I think she's pregnant [...].
Kansas: Safe to say it's going to deliver us from something.
Build a fish, a biological masterpiece.
FZ: During this part of our extremely zany ballet, Don
Preston disguised as a mad scientist will convert the
unwilling Motorhead Sherwood into a walking zombie.
Bock . . . bock, bock . . . bock . . . BOCK!
No, let him get his smock on!
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