They're gonna clear out the studio

They're gonna tear down all the . . .

They're gonna whip down all the . . .

They're gonna sweep out all the . . .

They're gonna pay off all the . . .

(Oh, yeah!)



And then . . .

And then . . .

And then . . .

And then . . .



Hey hey hey, everybody in the orchestra and the chorus

Talkin' 'bout every one of our lovely and talented dancers

Talkin' 'bout the light bulb men

Camera men

The make-up men

(The fake-up men)

Yeah, the rake-up men

(Especially Herbie Cohen, yeah . . .)

They're all gonna rise up

They're gonna jump up

I said jump up

Talkin' 'bout jump right up and off the floor

Jump right up and hit the door

They're all gonna rise up and jump off!

They're gonna ride on home

They're gonna ride on home

They're gonna ride on home

They're gonna ride on home

And once again

Take themselves

Seriously, yeeeah!

Two, three, four, seriously

They're all gonna go home (ye-hey!)

Through the driving sleet and rain

They're all gonna go home

Through the fog, through the dust

Through the tropical fever and the blistering frost

They're all gonna go home

And get out of it as they can be, baby

And the same goes for me

(The same goes for me)

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!



And each and every member of this rock oriented comedy group in his own special way

Is gonna get out of it as he can be

We all gonna get wasted

We all gonna get twisted

We all gonna get wasted

We all gonna get twisted

And I am definitely gonna get . . .

REAMED

'Cause I'm such a lonely

I'm such a lonely

A lone