New York, New York

[Faolan Doyle]

Trapped in the chrysalis
The butterfly's wings quiver
In futile rage



Yukiko

[Faolan Doyle]

I'll thcream and I'll thcream till I make you all thick.

Yukiko

[Sick Freddy]

Eh, not a bad night as Mama used to say.
Yeah I get a few drinks, talk to some wise guys and get some leads. So I get a few smacks in the teeth... Aint the first time, wont be the last...That asian chick seems to be one hell of a trouble magnet... maybe I sould keep half an eye on her... crap there's enough s**t hitting my personal fan at the moment I think I'll leave her be.

An I thought at this age maybe I'd be getting to enjoy the finer things in life....
An I dont mean buisquits.
An Vinnie dont tell you nuthing he dont tell me first...

AG

[SisterBorgia]

In another life Yukiko we are sisterzzzz......

Borgia

[Faolan Doyle]

Nene nana nana nunu.

Yuki

[Faolan Doyle]

Why am I stuck in a dark room with no doors and Mr Stupid with the spaghetti breath? Why does he keep talking to me? Why don't I try that last bar again with a flattened fifth....

[Faolan Doyle]

My mistake, must be alone in here. Could have sworn I was trapped with Joe Pesci...

[Sick Freddy]

How nice, a dark room wid Lucy Liu's kid sis.
Hey how much blood d ya git from a dead tuna?

[Faolan Doyle]

I know not this Lucy Liu of whom you speak, faccia di culo; what part of Japan she from?

[Sick Freddy]

Da Hollywood part I think....
Why are there no lights in here?

(Hold phone up with light switched on)

Are we expected to be missin sumptin?

[Faolan Doyle]

There never are any lights in here - not many, anyway. If I can find the bathroom I have a torch in my pocket.

[Faolan Doyle]

Om mane padme hum, om mane padme hum, om mane padme hum....

[Faolan Doyle]

Startled from song
By the ugly screeching owl,
The nightingale takes wing

[Sick Freddy]

Vollare!! Wharr ho!!
Cant beat that old lounge toon eh!
Ffffft
Bada beng!!!!

[Faolan Doyle]

You must die I alone am best!

I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles' tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can't forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance"
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called "Balls On Chin"
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember "fist" can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
'Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope you die

Ah, the Bloodhound Gang - such eloquence!