Four Minutes Roger Waters (Ft. Clare Torry)

[Billy:] Four minutes and counting
[Jim:] Okay...
[Billy:] They pressed the button, Jim
[Jim:] They pressed the button, Billy? What button?
[Billy:] The big red one
[Jim:] You mean the button?
[Billy:] Goodbye, Jim
[Jim:] Goodbye? Oh yes! This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye! Ha! Ha!

[Jim:] This is KAOS. It's a beautiful, balmy, Southern California summer day. It's 80 degrees- I said balmy; I could've said bomb-y! (laughing) Okay

[Jim:] I'm Jim, and this is Radio KAOS. and with only four minutes left to us, let's use this as wisely as possible. Out at Dodger Stadium, it's the bottom of the seventh. The Dodgers are leading three to nothing over the Giants. And, uh, for those of you who are looking to go surfing tomorrow, too bad

(Phone rings)
(Jim answers the phone)
[Jim (to the audience):] I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth
[Jim (on the phone):] Okay, good, I'll handle it
(Jim hangs up the phone)
[Jim: (to the audience):] Ladies and gentlemen, if the reports that we are getting are correct, ah, this could be *it*
Billy, if you're listening to me, please call now

[Verse]
After a near miss on a plane
You swear you'll never fly again
After the first kiss when you make up
You swear you'll never break up again
And when you've just run a red light
Sit shaking under the street light
You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again