Chicago Walk-On

Bozzio: L-l-l. .
O’Hearn: Listen now. .
Bozzio: Father I’m glad you’re here. .. I want you to hear this. ..
I have a confession to make, you know?
O’Hearn: Well, spit it out, son
Bozzio: L-l-l-l-l-l-LEATHER. .
O’Hearn: Well, don’t be ashamed
Moire: Leather!
Bozzio: Ungh. .. ungh. .. ungh. .
Roy: Unnh-ooh-oooh. .
Moire: Leather. .
Bozzio: What?
Moire: Leather!
Roy:
I never thought you’d go from me
Now that you’re gone
I miss you so much
Wha-Wha. .