𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉

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"Texas, has a whorehouse in it!"

Ed Earl leaned forward.

"Lord have mercy on our souls!" Sang the backup singers.

"Texas has a whorehouse in it"

"Lord have mercy on our souls"

"I'll expose the facts although it fills me with disgust. Please excuse the filthy dark details, and carnal lust"

"Filthy dark details and carnal lust"

"Dancin' goin' on inside. Don't you see? They've gone plum wild. I inquired no one denied it, now I think I'm getting riled. Bodies close together, arms and legs all rearranged."

He pointed at Ed Earl as he exited the booth.

"And the sheriff does not close it down. That's very strange!"

"Does not close it down that's very strange"

"Mean-eyed juiced up brillitene honky-tonk cowboys"

"Oh no"

"Mixing with green eyed, thin liped, hard as nails, peroxide blondes"

"Oh no"

"Not to mention some types, that you never guess would 'venture near, acting all depraved and loose and wild... Ninety miles from here! And now, our very own Melvin P. Thorpe sangers"

"Texas has a whorehouse in it"

"I'll not let this scandel fade"

"Texas has a whorehouse in it"

"All uprooting our crusade.
I can smell corruption, and I'll fight it to the top. Lovless copulation going on. And it must stop!"

"Stop this copulation
Stop that copulation
Lovless copulation
Stop that copulation"

David ran into the room, way too late as they sang. He was too late, but he still looked around for some cords to the cameras and unplugged them.

"...Lovless copulation going on, going on, going on, going, on, going on..."

Melvin pointed right at the cameras.

"Don't touch that dial,
This is Melvin P. Thorpe saying I'll be back with new and revealing information about this and other cases. Watchdog... never sleeps."

Melvin began to shuffle his boots as the singers sang.

"And it must stop
Watchdog's going to get you
Going to shine his light on you
Watchdog's going to get you
Going to shine his light on you!"