Mozart Ballet Songtext / Lyric

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!