FZ
While the well disciplined Ian Underwood
plays selected fragments
from Mozarts Piano Sonata In B-flat
and we make electric noises
some members of our rocking teen combo
will hop around on stage in a grotesque parody
of the art of ballet dancing

Oh you have to carry him
you carry him!

Come on, I told everybody

Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Boy, do I hate chickens!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, snork, snork, snork

During this part of our extremely zany ballet
Don Preston disguised as a mad scientist
will convert the unwilling Motorhead Sherwood
into a walking zombie

Bok, bok, (heh) , BOCK!

Don, let him get his smock on!