Sound of a motorcycle coming closer, tires screeching and a crash.

Arnold Horshack, spoken: Ooo-ooo-ooo, Mr. Kotta, look who came to the
annual Sweat Hog's school dance.

Many voices, shouting: It's The Fonz!

Fonzie, spoken: Eeee! Sit on it!{1} Have no fear, the Fonz is here.

Horshack, spoken: Do you always park your motorcycle indoors, Fonzie?

Vinnie Barbarino, spoken: Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.

Fonzie, spoken: Cool it! The Fonz parks where the Fonz parks.

Horshack, spoken: Well, did you come here to be the new leader of the
Sweat Hogs, Fonzie?

Fonzie, spoken: Eeee! Shut up!

Boom Boom Washington, spoken: Hi there, say, my main teach, Mr.
Kottaire{2}. Me an' Epstein wanna know, what do you think of this here
situation?

Kotter, spoken: Well, say the secret word and we'll all stuff a banana
down Horshack's t'roat.

Barbarino, spoken: Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.

Horshack, spoken: An', an' what do you t'ink, Barbarino?

Barbarino, spoken: What? What? Hey, Horshack, up your nose with a rubber
hose, And twice as far wit' a chocolate bar.

Juan Epstein, spoken: Looooking good!

Barbarino, spoken: I'll tell you what I think. There ain't no new leader
of da Sweat Hogs. Ain't dat right Mr. Kotter?

Kotter, spoken: Hmmmmm.

Horshack, spoken: Did you hear what he said this morning?

Many voices, singing:
Ba-ba-ba, ba-barbarino.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-barbarino.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-barbarino.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-barbarino.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-barbarino.

Fonzie, spoken: Oh-ho! Whoa! WHOA! Cool it! Do my ears deceive me? I just
know you weren't singing, right? I mean da Fonz came here to teach youse
guys who be cool. I mean if you want romance, you got to dance. No
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/Mnzzdisrespect to you, Barbarino{3}, but LaVerne! Shirley!{4} Let's get it on.

Female voices, swooning: Woooooooooo...

Fonzie, spoken: Do the Fonzarelli Slide,

Female voices, chant over Fonzie:
Fonzie, Fonzie, la-la-la-la, Fonzie.

Fonzie, spoken:
Put your thumbs out like you're hitchin' a ride.

Female voices, swooning: Woooooooooo...

Fonzie, spoken:
Look bot' ways, start your motor and glide.

Female voices, chant over Fonzie:
Fonzie, Fonzie, la-la-la-la, Fonzie.

Fonzie, spoken:
Now you're doin' the Fonzarelli slide.

Female voices, swooning: Woooooooooo...

Epstein, spoken: Oy, vey, mira{5}. Dees is my kinda music. Cha, cha, cha.

Horshack, spoken: Ooo-ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo! Go, go, go, Mr. Kotta. Look, he's
dancing.

Barbarino, spoken: Well, look-a here. It's our illustrious principal, Mr.
Woodman.

Washington, spoken: Are you gonna dance too, baby?

Fonzie, spoken: Ayyyy, cool it! And may da Fonz ask, who is this nerd?

Horshack, spoken: Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo-ooo, look, look -- everybody's doing
the Fonzarelli Slide. Look, Fonzie, even Barbarino is sliiiiiding.

Barbarino, spoken: Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.

Fonzie, spoken: Aeeee! It is now time for da Fonz to make his exit. Right?
Let's split.

Sound of a motorcycle pulling away.

Fonzie, spoken and fading: Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Fade.

Horshack, spoken: Goodbye, LaVerne. Goodbye, Shirley. Goodbye Fonzie...