er just laughed
'n said:
Bozzio: Oh, put it away . . .
You know, I ate her all up . . . now
what you gonna say?
Frank: You ate my
Chrissy?
Bozzio: Titties 'n all!
Frank: Well, what about the beer then,
boy?
Bozzio: Ah . . . Were the cans this tall?
Frank: Even her boots?
Bozzio: Would I lie to you?
Frank: Shit,
you musta been hungry!
Bozzio: Yes, this is true.
Frank: Don't they pay you good
For the stuff that you do?
Bozzio: Well, you know
I can't complain when the checks
come through . . .
Frank: Well I want my Chrissy,
'N I want my beer
So you just barf it back up
Now, Devil, do you hear?
Bozzio: Blow it out your ass,
motorcycle man!
I mean, I am the Devil,
Do you un derstand?
Just what will you give me for your
Titties and beer?
I suppose you noticed this
little contract here . . .
Frank: Yer goddam right, you
Son- of- a- whore
Bozzio: Don't call me that!
Frank: That's about the only reas
on I learned writin' for . . .
Gimme that paper . . . bet
yer ass I will sign . . .
Because I need a beer,
'N it's titty- squeez
in' time!
Bozzio: Man, you can't fool me
. . . you ain't that bad . . .
I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls
that I've had . . .
Frank: Oh, yeah?
Bozzio: Why there was Mil
hous Nixon 'n Agnew, too . . .
'N both of those suckers was
worse 'n you . . .
Frank: Well, let's make a deal
if you think that's true
I mean,
you're the Devil so . . .
Whatcha gonna do?
Bozzio: Wait a minute . . . a tinge of doubt
crosses my mind when
you say that you want to make a deal with me . . .
Frank: That's very,
very true . . .
Bozzio: Wait . . . you ain't supposed to want
to make a deal with me
Frank: Ah, but I'm slightly different than your av erage customer,
Devil . . .
Bozzio: But, wait . . . but most people don't want
to make a deal with me . . . Wha . . .
Frank: Yeah . . .
Bozzio: What's your story?
Frank: Well, most people are afraid of you, see? They don't know how stupid you are . . . I happen
to know that you jack off to a picture of Punky Meadows when you get home . . .
Bozzio: Grrarh . . . Stupid
. . . Grrarh . . .
Frank: You know . . . ever since that guy told you that he contained more fluid than Jeff Beck you've been tryin' to outdo him . . . Awright, look, I'm gonna say one thing to you . . . this may not register right away, but let me say this . . . leave your pickle alone for a couple of nights, you know what I mean . . . ? Now, come on! I'm only interested in a couple of things . . . (Wait, is that a note for me? Is somebody passing me a note? What does this say . . . ? "Frank,
please do me a favour, I can't find a brother of mine, I could dig it if you could call him from stage. His name is Dirty Tom Nomads M.C.," signed "Thanks, Bear" or "Bean," I can't tell . . . Well, if he's out there . . . Dirty Tony De La Nomads M.C. get in touch with Bean or Bear . . .) And as I was sayin', Devil, I'm an average sort of a person, I'm . . . you wouldn't believe it, but . . . I'm very much like the people here in this audience tonight . . .
Bozzio: What?
Frank: I think we definitely have
something in common . . .
Bozzio: Wait a minute, I thought you had funny things growing in your hair an d all that
other stuff . . . I thought . . . write weird music, you know, I thought . . .
Frank: Listen . . .
Bozzio: . . . biker and everything, I mean,
shit, you know?
Frank: . . . listen carefully
. . .
Bozzio: . . . big titty chic that you just had out here with the camera,
I mean, you know . . .
Frank: Listen carefully to me,
oh, Devil . . .
Terry: Uh- huh . . .
Frank: I'm only interested
in two things
Bozzio: Yeah . . .
Frank: See if you can
guess what they are
Bozzio: I would think . . . uh . . . let's see,
maybe . . . uh . . .
Frank: Well, I'll give you . . .
Bozzio: Stravinsky
. . . and, uh . . .
Frank: I'll give you two
clues . . .
Bozzio: . . . let's see . . . uh . . .
Frank: Let go of your pickle
Bozzio: What?
Frank: Let go of your pickle!
Bozzio: I'm not holding
my pickle
Frank: Well, who's
holding your pickle then?
Bozzio: I don't know . . . ha! She's out in the audience . . . Hey, Dale,
would you like to come up here and hold my pickle to satisfy this weird man out here on the stage?
Frank: You're probably wondering why we
call it a pickle . . .
Ray: Ha ha ha!
Bozzio: Oh, no . . .
Frank: I don't . . . I hate . . . I hate to squeal on you, Bozzio, I mean,
Devil . . . but, look, I'm only interested in two things . . .
Bozzio: Now, wait a minute . . . all I have to say is God help me! . . . Even
though I have this . . . this fucking mask on . . .
Frank: Ha ha ha ha ha . . . ! Listen, if you think that mask looks bad,
you oughta see his pickle . . . I'm only interested in two things, that's titties and beer, you know what I mean?
Bozzio: What?
Frank: Yeah . . .
Bozzio: Titties and beer?
Frank: Titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer,
titties and beer, titties and beer, titties an d beer . . .
Bozzio: (Growling) Whoa, I don't know
if you're the right guy!
Frank: . . . titties and beer, titties and beer,
titties and beer . . .
Frank:And then the Devil
let go of his pickle
'N out jumped m'girl
They heard the titties PLOP- PLOPPIN'
All around the world, she said:
"I GOT ME THREE BEERS 'N
A FIST FULLA DOWNS,
AN' I'M GONNA GET RIPPED,
SO FUCK YOU CLOWNS!"
Then she gave us the finger,
It was rigid 'n stiff,
That's when the Devil, he farted
An' she went right over the cliff
(Whoa . . . Tinsel
Time!)
Well, the Devil was mad
I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do de . . .
