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Whatâd you call your outfit there in Dallas,
Church of the Holy Sacred Bank Account?
Ripped of your congregation, shot a guy,
Landed up in Huntsville, where I work:
I bet Iâve seen you, out there in the fields
Hacking with a hoe (âexcuse me, maâam!),
Slaving away with black-eyed Susans winkinâ
And stinkinâ like a Dallas trollop (ââscuse me!);
Suspected dealer, quantity cocaineâ
BILL JENKS : O yeah, I shot a man. He didnât die.
I get the chance againâwho knows?
WILL : Youâd think a guy would sense his status!âYeah,
They had you on with Ron the Levitator
And that frog-voice freak transvestite with a lisp
Driving his spangled automatic wheelchair,
Jimmyâ
NURSE : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Boggs! âThe Singer of the Southâ!
You oughta heal his singing !
BILL JENKS : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â There are limits.
WILL : I have to say, he does look like heâs healed.
Healed by whom, by use of which powers,
I couldnât guess. Or even healed of what.
But, anyway, heâs acting different now.
BILL JENKS : Thatâs right. He ran a marathon last month.
WILL : Thatâs right. He came in way behind the pack.
BILL JENKS : Thatâs right, and running on two legs. His spangled
Wheelchair graces our museum now.
WILL : They mentioned thatâYou have your own museum!
BILL JENKS : Most of one. Constructionâs under way.
WILL : Constructionâs stalled, according to Sixty Minutes ,
Stalled while the IRS and FTC
Shine a light on your money.
BILL JENKS : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Let it shine,
There ainât a lot to see.
WILL : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You claim youâre clean.
BILL JENKS : Nope. I just claim there isnât any money.
SIMON : THEREâS NEVER BEEN A SWEETER RIDE TO HELL
BILL JENKS : This oneâs getting agitated now.
STACY : I take it youâre a husband-and-wife team?
BILL JENKS : We are as siblings.
WILL : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Ooh, you two are juicy.
SIMON : Iâll climb back up your cunt and suck your mind
The way we used to do when we were lovers
JAN : Simon! Shame on you!
STACY : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Well, talk about a mouth!
BILL JENKS : You recognize him, donât you? Yes. You do.
MASHA : Itâs him. Itâs him.
STACY : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Do you eat with that mouth?
DOC : Actually, heâs nourished through this tube.
MASHA : Iâm free of you! You hear? Leave me alone!
WILL : Just grab his scrotum there to shut him up.
Just reach on outâgo onâand shake the hand
Of the old banana, with a manly grip.
NURSE : Doctor Nasum, please, this doesnât seemâ
WILL : Take hold! There canât be any harm in it,
Right? Big deal, as far as heâs concernedâ¦
I used to get him down and drool a strandâ
Now thisâll git âim, if heâs there a-tallâ
And slurp it backâ
NURSE : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Now, what on earth !â
WILL : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Aha!
STACY : You canât spit in a coma personâs face!
WILL : You get a pain response? Huh, buddy? There!
NURSE : For goodnessâ sakes alive, heâs hurting him!
They restrain him, DOC and NURSE taking either arm.
WILL : The point is that Iâm not. He doesnât
Whatâd you call your outfit there in Dallas,
Church of the Holy Sacred Bank Account?
Ripped of your congregation, shot a guy,
Landed up in Huntsville, where I work:
I bet Iâve seen you, out there in the fields
Hacking with a hoe (âexcuse me, maâam!),
Slaving away with black-eyed Susans winkinâ
And stinkinâ like a Dallas trollop (ââscuse me!);
Suspected dealer, quantity cocaineâ
BILL JENKS : O yeah, I shot a man. He didnât die.
I get the chance againâwho knows?
WILL : Youâd think a guy would sense his status!âYeah,
They had you on with Ron the Levitator
And that frog-voice freak transvestite with a lisp
Driving his spangled automatic wheelchair,
Jimmyâ
NURSE : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Boggs! âThe Singer of the Southâ!
You oughta heal his singing !
BILL JENKS : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â There are limits.
WILL : I have to say, he does look like heâs healed.
Healed by whom, by use of which powers,
I couldnât guess. Or even healed of what.
But, anyway, heâs acting different now.
BILL JENKS : Thatâs right. He ran a marathon last month.
WILL : Thatâs right. He came in way behind the pack.
BILL JENKS : Thatâs right, and running on two legs. His spangled
Wheelchair graces our museum now.
WILL : They mentioned thatâYou have your own museum!
BILL JENKS : Most of one. Constructionâs under way.
WILL : Constructionâs stalled, according to Sixty Minutes ,
Stalled while the IRS and FTC
Shine a light on your money.
BILL JENKS : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Let it shine,
There ainât a lot to see.
WILL : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You claim youâre clean.
BILL JENKS : Nope. I just claim there isnât any money.
SIMON : THEREâS NEVER BEEN A SWEETER RIDE TO HELL
BILL JENKS : This oneâs getting agitated now.
STACY : I take it youâre a husband-and-wife team?
BILL JENKS : We are as siblings.
WILL : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Ooh, you two are juicy.
SIMON : Iâll climb back up your cunt and suck your mind
The way we used to do when we were lovers
JAN : Simon! Shame on you!
STACY : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Well, talk about a mouth!
BILL JENKS : You recognize him, donât you? Yes. You do.
MASHA : Itâs him. Itâs him.
STACY : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Do you eat with that mouth?
DOC : Actually, heâs nourished through this tube.
MASHA : Iâm free of you! You hear? Leave me alone!
WILL : Just grab his scrotum there to shut him up.
Just reach on outâgo onâand shake the hand
Of the old banana, with a manly grip.
NURSE : Doctor Nasum, please, this doesnât seemâ
WILL : Take hold! There canât be any harm in it,
Right? Big deal, as far as heâs concernedâ¦
I used to get him down and drool a strandâ
Now thisâll git âim, if heâs there a-tallâ
And slurp it backâ
NURSE : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Now, what on earth !â
WILL : Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Aha!
STACY : You canât spit in a coma personâs face!
WILL : You get a pain response? Huh, buddy? There!
NURSE : For goodnessâ sakes alive, heâs hurting him!
They restrain him, DOC and NURSE taking either arm.
WILL : The point is that Iâm not. He doesnât
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