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 . .