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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) ARE YOU HUNG UP? ARE YOU HUNG UP? Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? Well... You're strung up, are you? I decided... I called it Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? One of these days I am going to erase every tape in the world ...In the world...world... Tomorrow I may do it... All the Frank Zappa Masters... Nothing... Blank... Empty... Space... That's what they are now... Blank... Empty... Space... I know he's sitting in there, In the control room now, Listening to everything I say But I really don't care Hello Frank Zappa! Hi boys & girls I'm Jimmy Carl Black I'm the Indian of the group! |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's there to live for? Who needs the peace corps? Think I'll just DROP OUT I'll go to Frisco Buy a wig & sleep On Owsley's floor Walked past the wig store Danced at the Fillmore I'm completely stoned I'm hippy & I'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own I'll stay a week & get the crabs & Take a bus back home I'm really just a phony But forgive me 'Cause I'm stoned Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco! How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO... Hotcha! First I'll buy some beads And then perhaps a leather band To go around my head Some feathers and bells And a book of Indian lure I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce How to get to Height Street And smoke an awful lot of dope I will wander around barefoot I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times I will love everyone I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street I will sleep... I will, I will go to a house That's, that's what I will do I will go to a house Where there's a rock roll band 'Cause the groups all live together And I will join a rock & roll band I will be their road manager And I will stay there with them And I will get the crabs But I won't care |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Concentration Moon Over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon Wis I was back in the alley With all of my friends, Still running free: Hair growing out Every hole in me AMERICAN WAY How did it start? Thousands of creeps Killed in the park AMERICAN WAY Try and explain Scab of a nation Driven insane Don't cry Gotta go bye bye SUDDENLY: DIE DIE COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow Concentration Moon Over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon Wish I was back in the alley With all of my friends, Still running free: Hair growing out Every hole in me AMERICAN WAY Threatened by US Drag a few creeps Away in a bus AMERICAN WAY Prisoner: lock SMASH EVERY CREEP IN THE FACE WITH A ROCK Don't cry Gotta go bye bye SUDDENLY: DIE DIE COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow |
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Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak)
Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Mama! Mama! Someone said they made some noise The cops have shot some girls And boys You'll sit home And drink all night They looked too weird...it served them right Mama! Mama! Someone said they made some noise The cops have shot some girls And boys You'll sit home And drink all night They looked too weird...it served them right Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion In between the moisture cream And velvet facial lotion? Ever tell your kids you're glad that they can think? Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink? Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad? It's such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom And Dad Mama! Mama! Your child was killed in the park today Shot by the cops as she quietly lay By the side of the creeps she knew... They killed her too. |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) operator? phone for a minute, please... Hello? yes sir Ah, can you call six seven eight nine eight six six Yes Right Is that Vickie? He's gonna bump you off the ass He's got a gun, you know If he can get ya in Laurel Canyon, he won't get you here Hello? Vickie? Yeah What's happening? Listen: Your father has called me up this... Now look, just don't panic but just tell me I'm not panicking OK I think my phone's captured too Well don't worry about it, it's quite alright Fine... Your father called me up this afternoon Just a second... |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top Everything's under control Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top 'Cause you think you're gettin' too old Don't try to do no thinkin' Just go on with your drinkin' Just have your fun, you old son of a gun Then drive home in your Lincoln |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) I'm gonna tell you the way it is And I'm not gonna be kind or easy Your whole attitude stinks, I say And the life you lead is completely empty You paint your head Your mind is dead You don't even know what I just said THAT'S YOU: AMERICAN WOMANHOOD! You're phony on top Phony underneath You lay in bed & grit your teeth MADGE, I WANT YOUR BODY! HARRY, GET BACK! MADGE, IT'S NOT MERELY PHYSICAL! HARRY, YOU'RE A BEAST! censored censored censored censored censored censored MADGE... I COULDN'T HELP IT ...I... DOGGONE IT! |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's the ugliest Part of your body? What's the ugliest Part of your body? Some say your nose Some say your toes But I think it's YOUR MIND I think it's your mind, woo woo ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE Where did Annie go Whe she went to town? Who are all those creeps That she brings around? ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE... |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) I don't do publicity balling for you anymore... The first word in this song is discorporate. It means: to leave your body Discorporate & come with me Shifting; drifting Cloudless; starless VELVET VALLEYS & A SAPPHIRE SEA: Wah Wah Unbind your mind There is no time To lick your stamps And paste them in DISCORPORATE And we will begin...WAH WAH! Flower Power sucks! Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen On comet on cupid on donner & blitzen On up & away & afar & a go-go Escape from the weight of your corporate logo! UNBIND YOUR MIND THERE IS NO TIME Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING! YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE Dreaming on cushions of velvet & satin To music by magic by people that happen To enter the world of a strange purple Jello The dreams as they live them are all mellow yellow UNBIND YOUR MIND THERE IS NO TIME Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING! YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand? Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt? I'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt. Yes, I'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt. Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head? I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to bed. I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to bed. Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck? Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck? I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck... (Just at this moment, the 2700 microgram dose of STP ingested by FLOWER PUNK shortly before the song began TAKES EFFECT: before your very ears his head blows up... leaving a bizarre audial residue all over your teen-age record player!) Hey Punk! Hey Punk! Hey Punk! Punky! Punk! Hey Punk! Punky! Come and go...come and go... Polly, do I ever have a lot of soul? I think I love you! Questi dominga? Have you seen that nose eating? I wanna know for sure! Leave my nose alone please! What 're you trying to do? Listen! ... This is one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to me You know, every time I think about how lucky I am to be in the rock & roll industry It's SO exciting You know, when I first got into the rock & roll business I could barely even play the changes to this song on my, on my guitar But now I'm very professional I can play the guitar I can strum it rhythmically I can sing along with my guitar as I strum I can strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage And you know, it's so wonderful to... It's wonderful to feel that I'm doing something for the kids Because I know that the kids and their music are where it's at The youth of America today is so wonderful And I'm proud to be a part of this gigantic mass deception I hope she sees me thrilling, yes... I hope she sees me dancing and thrilling I will say: ""Hello Dolly!"" Is the song over? Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock & roll record I can't even wait until our record comes out and teen-agers start to buy it We'll all be rich and famous! And when my royalty check comes I think I'm going to buy a Mustang No, I think I'll...I think I'll get a Corvette No, I think I'll get a Harley Davidson No, I don't think I'll buy any of those cars I think what I will do is I will buy both No, I don't do that either I think, ah, I'll go into real estate I think I'd like to... I think I'd like to buy a house in ... Boulevard No, that wouldn't do any good Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here, twirling that tambourine and dancing... Maybe after the show One of the girls who sees me up here, singing and thrilling my tambourine and dancing, will like me And she will come over to me And I will walk I will walk up to her and I will smile at her And I will impress her and I will say: ""Hello, baby, What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? I'm from a rock & roll band, I think we should..."" Is the song over? |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) He has work in the control zone because home doziness loves the dirt knobs... They think it is the way they can create Wonder what everyone else is whispering about... |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Beautiful! God! It's God! I see God! |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true I want everyone to listen and believe It's about some little people from a long time ago And all the things the neighbors didn't know Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe! Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!) And all the while on a shelf in the shed: KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY! Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room (A marvel to be seen: dysentery green) While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back: LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK We see them after school in a world of their own (To some it might seem creepy what they do...) The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night (I bet you'd do the same if they was you) Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!) And all the while on a shelf in the shed: KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY! Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's taking pills Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn! Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine! (Wait till the fire turns green... wait till the fire turns green) WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) The idiot bastard son (THE FATHER'S A NAZI IN CONGRESS TODAY THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.) The idiot bastard son (ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR) THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend at the church he'd attend... warming his pew) Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch THE CHILD WILL THRIVE & GROW And enter the world Of liars & cheaters & people like you Who smile & think you know What this is about (YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING... maybe so) The song we sing, DO YOU KNOW? We're listening... THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend all the colors he'd blend... where are they now?) |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Right now I have two hit-records on the charts But that has not made me any money It is so ... boy, and a lot of work Which I do, I mean, I'm carryin' it out... You're a lonely little girl But your Mommy & your Daddy don't care You're a lonely little girl The things they say Just hurt your heart It's too late now For them to start To understand The way you feel The world for them Is too unreal So you're lonely, lonely, lonely, Lonely little girl All your children are poor unfortunate victims Of systems beyond their control... Where did Annie go when she went to town? Who are all those creeps that she brings around? All your children are poor unfortunate victims Of lies you believe... Where did Annie go when she went to town... |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) There will come a time when everybody Who is lonely will be free... TO SING & DANCE & LOVE There will come a time when every evil That we know will be an evil... THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE Who cares if hair is long or short or sprayed or partly grayed... WE KNOW THAT HAIR AIN'T WHERE IT'S AT (there will come a time when you won't even be ashamed if you are fat!) WAH WAH-WAH WAH There will come a time when everybody Who is lonely will be free... TO SING & DANCE & LOVE (dance and love) There will come a time when every evil that we know will be an evil... THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE (rise above) Who cares if you're so poor you can't afford To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go stretch-elastic pants... THERE WILL COME A TIME WHEN YOU CAN EVEN TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF WHEN YOU DANCE |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's the ugliest Part of your body? What's the ugliest Part of your body? Some say your nose Some say your toes But I think it's YOUR MIND I think it's your mind, woo woo ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE Where did Annie go Whe she went to town? Who are all those creeps That she brings around? ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE... |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Do it again! Do it again! We are the other people We are the other people You're the other people too Found a way to get to you... Do you think that I'm crazy? Out of my mind? Do you think that I creep in the night And sleep in a phone booth? Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan Lemme take a minute & tell who I am If it doesn't show Think you better know I'm another person Do you think that my pants are too tight Do you think that I'm creepy? Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan Lemme take a minute & tell who I am If it doesn't show Think you better know I'm another person (the verse that really goes here has been censored out & recorded backwards in a special section at the end of side one...) We are the other people We are the other people You're the other people too Found a way to get to you We are the other people We are the other people You're the other people too Found a way to get to you Do you think that I love you... Stupid & blind? Do you think that I dream through the night Of holding you near me? Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan Lemme take a minute & tell who I am If it doesn't show Think you better know I'm another person |
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Theme The way I see it, Barry, This should be a dynamite show. Orchestral Surf Music Bit of nostalga for the old folks Dialogue I'm advocating dark clothes If I'm not alone How long have I been asleep As long as I have Did you ever live in a drum? No Well then you aren't me I only dreamed I lived in a drum Ever since it got dark Dreaming is hard Yea, but with nothing over your head? No just light over my head and underneath too I don't think I could take it without anything over my head M-M - ??? Well why don't you go out and see what's out there? Well I don't know if that's what's out there. That's a thought, if you'd like Yes but still you can say darker and darker I don't know what the outside of this thing looks like at all I knew it's dark and murky How do you get your water so dark? Cause I'm paranoid I'm very paranoid and the water in my washing machine turns dark out of sympathy Out of sympathy? Yes Um where can I get that? At your local drug store How much? It's from Kansas Dixieland Music Effects Bored out .90 over with 3 strong burt 97ths Car Dialogue Almost chinese huh yeah. Good bread, cause I was making um $2.71 an hour I keep switching girls all the time because if i'm able to find a girl with really a groovy car that I can build up, man, I'll go steady with her for awhile until I can build up her car and blow out the engine. Orchestral (sped up) Orchestral (1) Dialogue I worked in a cheesy newspaper company for awhile but that was terrible, I wasn't making enough money to build anything Louie Louie And then I worked in a printing company and a couple of gas stations. Oh at the gas station where I was working my brother had just gotten married and uh, he bought a new car and his wife was having a kid and all this miserable stuff and he needed a job so I gave him a job at the gas station of which I was fired because, you know, he was going to work there. And he had his car on the rack and he was lubing it and changing tires and everything all the time. And so then he got fired because he was goofing off, man, and he just kept taking parts and working on his car day and night. So he lost that job and I went to work in another gas station. He took that one, you know, so he could feed the kids and that. Then I went to work in a aircraft company, and uh, I was building these planes. I worked on the XB-70, I was the last welder on there. Yea but, It was pretty good bread because I was making um, $2.71 an hour. I was making a hundred and a quarter a week, and uh, yea it was good enough money to be working on so i got an Oldsmobile, a groovy Olds. But I was going with this chick at the time. By the time I got the olds running decently, she went out and tore up the engine, and the trans and let her girlfriends get in there and booze it up and tare up the seats. They ripped the seats completely out. So uh, I got a '56 olds, which was this one chick I was going with, and uh we used to drive out all over the place and finally she got rid of that and uh, I got another pickup. Fast Rock Sound Effects Sped Up Drums Orchestral Oh man, I don't know if I can go through this again. Orchestral (1) Orchestral (sped up) Sound Effects Percussion,Orchestra |
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Ronnie Williams: Buh-bah-bahdn
Spider: Oh! John: There it went again... Spider: It's a little pig... with wings. Pig with wings: EE... Gross Man: I hear you've been having trouble with pigs and ponies! Left channel: Calvin: To... just the opposite... going around to the other direction. Right channel: Calvin: How 'bout us, don't we get any? Gail: We don't get any... Calvin: That's very distraughtening. Gail: We don't get any because we're otherwise... Spider: Everything in the universe is... is... is made of one element, which is a note, a single note. Atoms are really vibrations, you know, which are extensions of THE BIG NOTE. Everything's one note. Everything, even the ponies. The note, however, is the ultimate power, but see, the pigs don't know that, the ponies don't know that. Right? Monica: You mean just we know that? Spider: Right! Spider: "Merry Go Round! Merry Go Round! Do-Do-Do-Do Do-Do-Do Do-Do-Do!" and they called that "doing their thing." John: Oh yeah, that's what doing your thing is! Spider: The thing is to put a motor in yourself. |
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