The Muscle Density Choir

OK, I want to sort this out.

Can I divide you up into men and women?
Thank you.
Now, in your own range, give me a D.

Right - OK, you lot...over there, you can be the sopranos.
And you, rather more hairy lot, you stand way the hell over there, you can be the basses and baritones.
Altos...oh I don't know, mill about somewhere in the middle like you're sure you have a purpose, but you've forgotten what it is.

Now then...a-one and a-two and a-three, with me...
"Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle musssssssscle..."

"Weighs more (weighs more!) (weighs more...)..." No...look, Altos, you start. Then Sops...then Bars.

Yes yes yes, we all want to be in Bars...

Apart from those who want to be in Sops, I suppose. And once more from the top. Oh, one thing, Sops, if you could pick up the word "Muscle" from the Alts and then hold the "s" when you get up as high as the human ear can stand...that'd be...well not exactly lovely, no. It'd be....something, I suppose.

Right. A-one and a-two and a-three, with me...

"Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle musssssssscle..."

"Weighs more (weighs more!) (weighs more...)..."
"Than BOHHHHHHHNNNNNNNE!" - Basses, I want you big on Bone.
What do you mean the only big Bone you've got belongs to one of the Sops? What?

Is that Smut, Basses? Because we won't be having Smut in this choir, let me tell you.

Right. A-one and a-two and a-three, with me...

"Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle musssssssscle..."

"Weighs more (weighs more!) (weighs more...)..."
"Than BOHHHHHHHNNNNNNNE!"

"No Really (Really?) Really, Really, Really)"
"It Dooooooooooooes...."

Right. All got it? Good. And once more from the top. Those Nazi Scales might not listen to me on my own, but a full-blown Welsh Choir...let's see 'em laugh at that!

And a-one and a-two and a-three, with me...