Jim/Roy

JCB: What's goin' on here? I thought we were gonna play a Rock & Roll concert.
Ian: Rock & Roll? I, I already quit the Mothers.
JCB: How are you gonna get laid if you don't play rock & roll and drink beer?
You get laid after the concert if you play rock & roll,
This kind of crap you're not gonna,
You're not gonna get laid anyway with that uniform on.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna quit I'm gonna go out and hustle me some chick,
The hell with you.
Ian: Jimmy, you need some discipline.
JCB: I'm leaving the group.
Ensemble: Boo! Boo!
FZ: Jimmy Carl, I must inform you, I must inform you, Jimmy Carl,
For your own good, that here in London you're not gonna get any pussy
Unless you look like a popstar. Fix him up! .. .
Mod Jacket .. .
(JCB: Oh Jeezus .. .)
FZ: Frilly Mod Neckpiece,
Jimi Hendrix wig,
And a Feather Boa.
JCB: WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
FZ: Jimmy Carl Black enters the audience to hustle some young ladies.
And if you're really lucky, get something for the robots .. .
Mmmm, their little mechanical things are going up and down, up and down .. .
Roy: Domino, Domino, Domino Biz-bo-OH,
Domino Biz-bo-OH,
Amen,
Domino Biz-bo, Hallelujah, eh .. .
FZ: Et cum spiritu tuo .. .
Roy: Ian, I don't think I qualify for the Mothers
(FZ: They're making up their lines as they go along, isn't it thrilling?)
Roy: I think I'm holding the group back because I'm a MEXICAN.
And also because I don't play bass good.
Ian: I don't care how you can play bass but we have
NO MEXICANS in this group.
Roy: And I wanna join your group.
Ian: No Mexicans!
Roy: I can sing opera, I have already quit, I cut my hair,
I got all my shit together here. I can do it.
Ian: I don't care how you look you gotta be able to cut the part.
Roy: I can sing. Please. Please, Ian, give me a CHANCE.
Ian: I don't believe you can sing.
Roy: Ah, PLEASE! Ah, Ian, PLEASE, IAN! Please!
Ian: Okay Mexican
Roy: Please?
Ian: Okay Mexican
Roy: Okay.
Ian: Sing this note:
Roy (with JCB):
You think everything gonna be alright.
Ian: Okay. You passed the first part of your audition.
Now you gotta sing .. .
Roy: Mi, mi, mi, mi .. .
Poo-lah
Poo-la-ah poo-lah
Poo-da poo-lah poo-lah poo-oo-lah
Wee-ooo-wee-ooo-eee-eee-ooo-ooo
Ah-ah-ah ah-aaah-ah-aaah
Aa-aa-ah aa-ah
Wee-ooo-wee-ooo
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aah
Ensemble: BOO! BOO!
FZ: The rejected Mexican pope leaves the stage.