[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!