(instrumental opening)

Giant eye.
Gives me the creeps.
Closeup…
It is Susanna singing.
Do you understand?
Don’t know what it means.
Is it getting darker?
This is where Vicki walks into the scene.

I believe
Debbie is next
redhead.
Holds her hands while Hoffs crooning.
Don’t make sense to me.
Blurring in this stream.
Have I now been drinking?
Or is this singing just a whacked-out scene?

Say her name:
Susanna, acclaim.
Raised her arms on beachfront
where, guess what, there hasn't been no rain.
I don’t get why Hoffs is kneeling.
Oh…

(instrumental break)

(There’s that giant eye again.
What is it with Susanna and her eyes?
First they creeped me out at the end of
“Walk Like an Egyptian, now this… )

Fireworks?
Metaphor of Freud?
Now it’s nighttime on the beach.
Their singing’s making me annoyed.
I don’t like this song they’re singing.
Oh…

Halfway done.
Two minutes gone
of four.
Miss Hoffs touches her chest now.
Do you understand?
Wedding ring, you clown!
Take that chick, you’re dreaming.
And here comes big wave.
You… are… gonna… drown!

Fireworks.
Bangles still sing, darling
while the title flame flickers.
Do you understand?
Miss Susanna Hoffs
Jay Roach, films directing.
Her husband, that’s how
she is getting off!

More close-ups.
Three minutes gone, darling.
One more minute of this crap.
Do you understand?
It is way too long.
Even if they look great
they still are droning
this eternal song!

Wave their arms
there on the beach, darling.
One more chorus they’re bleating.
Do you understand?
You are out of luck.
Lust has got them pleading.
But it’s not you that
These chicks want to…