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| − | <br>Bill Harrington: My name is Bill Harrington, I do the keyboards on stage left, and buy the occasional speaking toy for Frank when he looks depressed.
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| − | <p><i>"BANK ROBBERY . . . "</p></i>
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| − | Bill Harrington: I got the car in Toronto. It's, uh, from a little toy store, and it was given to us by an Italian girl who donated it for free, once I confirmed her suspicion that Frank was indeed a true Italian.
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| − | <br>[[John Smothers]]: . . . put your hands through there.
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| − | <br>[[Biography|FZ]]: You know, the important thing about this instrument is the way the air smells when it comes out of these holes . . .
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| − | <br>Roy: Ooofff! Did you smell that before?
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| − | <br>Because . . .
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| − | <br>I never thought . . .
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| − | <br>O'Hearn: Well, don't be ashamed
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| − | <br>Moire?: Smell it . . .
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| − | <br>Roy: Let me just do this because I have to uh . . . you're a nice looking girl. Oh, don't go down on me. Not yet, please. I just wanna talk. Can't you wait? Can I put this on you for a while? You know, it's something that I've always wanted to. Let me sit you up here. Oh wait. Let me give you a bath. Will you take a bath with me first? And then I'll, uh . . . Let me put this [...] and just give you a bath. See how nice I was? Sit up there. Let me put this on you. [...] gas mask. You look nice. I love you so much. You know I'm gonna go down and sing. I'm gonna dance, oh God. Lemme . . . What'd you say? Oh, let me put this on there, come on. Real nice. You don't want it on? Don't open your mouth, I'm not even doing nothing to you yet. You want this in your mouth? Come on. Push it in. Push it in. Oh, excuse me. Are you a little girl? You're just a little wunky gunky?
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| − | <br>I'm a moron 'n this is my wife
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| − | <br>She's frosting a cake
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| − | <br>With a paper knife
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| − | <br>All what we got here's
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| − | <br>American made
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| − | <br>It's a little bit cheesey,
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| − | <br>But it's nicely displayed
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| − | <br>Well we don't get excited when it
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| − | <br>Crumbles 'n breaks
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| − | <br>We just get on the phone
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| − | <br>And call up some Flakes
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| − | <br>They rush on over
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| − | <br>'N wreck it some more
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| − | <br>'N we are so dumb
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| − | <br>They're linin' up at our door
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| − | <br>Well, the toilet went crazy
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| − | <br>Yesterday afternoon
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| − | <br>The plumber he says
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| − | <br>"Never flush a tampoon!"
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| − | <br>This great information
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| − | <br>Cost me half a week's pay
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| − | <br>And the toilet blew up
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| − | <br>Later on the next day ay-eee-ay
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| − | <br>Yeah ay-eee-ay
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| − | <br>Yeah ay-eee-ay
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| − | <br>Yeah ay-eee-ay
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| − | <br>Blew up the next day
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| − | <br>WOO-OOO
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| − | <br>Girl in the audience: Oh, I love you, are ya kidding me, man? I waited so many years to come here and be here . . . I love you!
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| − | ==Recordings==
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| − | *[[2012 AAAFNRAA (Baby Snakes Soundtrack)]]
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| − | ==CC Clues In This Song==
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| − | *Includes [[Flakes]] and part of [[Regyptian Strut|the leather conversation]]
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| − | [[Category:Tracks]]
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