| FZ: At this very moment Jimmy Carl Black, the Indian of the group,
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| is approaching the stage. |
| Jimmy Carl, who likes to drink and also likes to
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| boogie all night long and who is also horny, approaches Underwood in his
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| transformed state at the piano and asks him this all important question:
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| JCB: Hey, I thought we were gonna play a Rock & Roll concert. |
| What is this?
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| How are you gonna get laid if you dont play rock & roll and drink beer?
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| You get laid after the concert if you play rock & roll, this kind of crap
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| you’re not gonna, you’re not gonna get laid anyway with that uniform on.
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| I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. |
| I’m gonna quit. |
| I’m gonna go out and hustle
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| me some chick, the hell with you
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| Ian: Jimmy, you need some discipline
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| JCB: I’m leaving the group
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| Ensemble: Boo! |
| Boo!
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| FZ: Jimmy Carl, I must inform you, I must inform you, Jimmy Carl,
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| for your own good, that here in London you’re not gonna get any pussy unless
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| you look like a popstar. |
| Fix him up… Mod Jacket…
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| JCB: Oh Jeezus…
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| FZ: Frilly Mod Neckpiece, Jimi Hendrix wig, and a Feather Boa
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| JCB: WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
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| FZ: Jimmy Carl Black enters the audience to hustle some young ladies.
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| Go on Jim, see if you can get any action, and if you get lucky fix us up too.
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| And if you’re really lucky, get something for the robots… Mmmm,
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| their little mechanical things are going up and down, up and down… |