| Lyrics: | FZ:
While the well disciplined Ian Underwood plays selected fragments from Mozarts Piano Sonata
In B-flat and we make electric noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on
stage in a grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing.
Oh you have to carry him. . .
.
...you carry him!
Come on, I told everybody
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok,
bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Boy, do I hate chickens!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok,
bok, snork, snork, snork
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.
Bok, bok, (heh), BOCK!
Don, let him get his smock on! |
