Lyrics: Artificial Rhonda

THING-FISH:
Don't look OB'DEWLLA! It's too horrible! I b'lieve de muthafucker 'bout to ask dat rubber girl to dance!

HARRY-AS-A-BOY:
Hey, good-lookin'!

THING-FISH:
See! I told ya!

HARRY-AS-A-BOY:
May I have this dance?

THING-FISH:
Muthafucker barf me right on outa here, AN' gag me wit a spoon!

HARRY-AS-A-BOY:
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Do you come here often?

THING-FISH:
YOW!

HARRY-AS-A-BOY: (singing)
I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talk back like a lady might do
An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through
And her name is
A-R-T-I
F-I-C, I cry
A-L, don't be shy!
ARTIFICIAL RHONDA
With the plastic pie

Her eyes is all shut in a ecstasy face
I can cram it down her throat, people, any old place!
Then I throw the little switch on her battery pack
'N I can poot it, I can shoot it till it makes her gack!
And her name is
A-R-T-I
F-I-C, I cry
A-L, don'