[Anton Reemcob:] My dear ladies and genteel-men, allow me to introduce myself. I am Anton Reemcob, poet, laureate, playwright, and the ethereal embodiment of evolution itself [Fan:] Where's GWAR? We want GWAR! [Anton Reemcob:] There will be no GWAR show tonight! Such a sophomoric cast with their bloody tableaus, and phallic imagery, and shallow wit do not merit a proscenium, no, not much less an audience. Here tonight, I have assembled such an art form as the world hath never seen. Performing the paramount feats of orchestral legerdemain, they are the matchless peak of peerless perfection. I give to you... Prestige!
Prestige A cult Prestige [Moan] Lamborghini Mercedes-Benz Maserati Farvergnugen Countach Five [???] Players Club Telly Savalas
To see you that way Up close, today For sure, to see Up close, that way, to see Like it
[Spoken] [Nigel:] I'm Nigel Ponce from Leeds [Rico:] And I'm Rico Bowel Grande from Rio De Janeiro [Nigel:] Aren't you glad GWAR's not playing tonight? [Rico:] Oh please, not those barbarians! [Nigel:] Bring that beat back [Rico:] Pronto!
[Verse 3] I want to go to prison Cause there are lots of men And in the mop closet Commit a sexy sin
Out in the courtyard Struggling with the weights Lots of sexy negroes I make a lot of dates
Back in the cell block Face against the bars They're moving [???] My stinky-winky star
