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"Earache My Eye" consists of a song, followed by a comedy skit. In the opening skit, Tommy Chong plays a rebellious teen with an attitude disorder. At the beginning of the piece he's snoring. We hear an alarm clock, and then the boy wakes up noisily. He starts up a glam rock record, with Cheech Marin singing the lyrics as glam rock star character Alice Bowie, who, as the name implies, is supposed to be a combination of Alice Cooper and Ziggy Stardust-era David Bowie (at one point in his tune, "Alice Bowie" even mentions having orange hair, like the real David Bowie sported at that time). The teen's father (also played by Cheech), then barges into the room, yells "I said turn that thing down and get ready for school!", and scratches the record, which annoys his son to no end. The son then complains about an earache, prompting Dad to exclaim, "Earache my eye, how would you like a butt-ache?" The boy then gets even snottier, provoking his father to swat him with a belt. When he ridicules the spanking as painless, Dad then whips him into sniveling, outward compliance, which lasts until his father leaves the room, and the boy puts the record back on.
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