Below is the actual liner notes from the back of the album that I own:
"FK YOU. That's right, FK YOU. This is supposed to be the fking CyberSpace-Sex age or some fking thing and I'm sitting here with a f**ked up Smith Corona typewriter and my wrinkled little pud in my hand. OH WELL. Speaking of space, this here finely-fleshed band of gals puts all those lame instrumental bands…
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