A Game Of Cards

FZ:
They're really getting professional now. In the dressing room waiting for the Vanilla Fudge to go off Motorhead and Arthur Dyer Tripp the Third are playing cards.

Arthur:
Pair of queens what is this shit?

Motorhead:
Pissy, pissy poop.

Arthur:
Can I go down with two cards?

Motorhead:
Pissy, pissy poop.

Arthur:
Do it this way. Give me a good chance buddy.

Motorhead:
I'll take that sonabitch.

Arthur:
You better not

Motorhead:
I took it.

Arthur:
Oh, you're running for a spade straight, are ya?

Motorhead:
I took it.

Arthur:
Oh, I got your number.

Motorhead:
Oh whaddaya know.

Arthur:
I knew it.
You have any other one I want?
(phhht!)
I hear a Fuzztone.
Wahhh

Motorhead:
You shink evvyzing gonna be awright?

Arthur:
Is this an accounting office?