Chicago Walk-On

Lyrics

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 . .