Lyrics Attack! Attack! Attack!

Louis: RAAAH! ATTACK! ATTACK!
Attack and get on ee, eee, each pony or . . . boogey man or something
Roy: Sure, aren't you glad I'm not too hairy . . .
Louis: Yeah . . .
Roy: . . . Too hairy! . . . heh, heh
Louis: . . . That beats . . . yes . . . (Louie laughs like a turkey)
Roy: . . . That's why they have a lot of crabs . . .
Louis: . . . Yes, and um . . .

Roy: . . . A set of crabs?!
Louis: Crabs are really dangerous,
and they r-r-rich as fires and every once in a while
you walk in the streets and when I .
. . when I heard of these from,
from talk from my, from my home here, my piano!
Gilly: Huh, my piano . . .
It's still dark in here . .
. It's the same as it ever was .
. . I'm here . . . (sigh) I'm not the same as I ever was
Gilly: Either you're here and I'm here or I'm very different . . .
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