DOVE:
  This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
  by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my
  identity...
  (Girl in background: That's not funny.)
  So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
  You're fuckin' us up, man!
  
  PAUL: My playin's good, man!
  
  DOVE: Fuckin' us up, man! As we begin again... rude interruption from
  our audience...
  (Background laughter)
  Here we go.
  
  Oh Johnny
  You got a bullet in your forehead, boy
  Don't you understand, you dead
  Buried six feet under the concrete
  Ooh-aww-oh
  That's the noise he made when he got shot
  But Johnny's still dead
  Still dead
  Thought about his mama
  Thought about his father Josephine
  Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete
  Ooh-aww-oh
  The last words said by Johnny
  But now he's six feet under and he's dead
  
  Our next song we'll play is called Jenifa, we'll be back in a minute.