>Manicomio!
>Manicomio!
>Manicomio!

[If I could stretch the asbestos epidermis]
[And let the backlight filter through the holes]
[Then I'd make the pit a cloaca]
[A percussion on those shriveled coglione]
[Paired with the strings of flash-fried falllopians]
[Dannazione!]
[Leporidae scalpers shrieking with sperm-squelched stockings!]
[Dragging their road-rash figas on the stage]
[Like Tebaldi's dog!]

>YOU'D BE BETTER OFF HANDLING YOURSELF
>THAN YOU WOULD BE HANDLING NOTES
>IF PYTOR OR RICHARD WROTE THIS
>THEY'D HAVE LAUGHED THEM OUT OF TOWN
>MAYBE IF YOU SCREAMED LIKE THIS WHEN YOU ARE ON STAGE
>YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE RIGHT NOW

[Hey gate, where'd you get them drapes?]
[Them pounders clobber you like a hide-beater?]
[Slap them ground grippers on the blacktop like you're about to tear a new gash!]
[Put them mitt pounders together and make a gust!]
[Gnashing your crumb crushers and bust ya conk!]
[Boot me up that Gabriel!]
[Snap that queen pigeon cutting the rug!]
[Why don't you make like a Contiello, fellow, and hush your purring!]
[Brother, bust them claques! They're short on the dough you'd think they'd need a bakery!]
[Epizootic!]
[Killer!]
[Da Capo!]
[Gesamtkunstwerk!]
[Patter!]