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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Theodor Bikel: Ladies and gentlemen! Chorus: 200 motels Theodor Bikel: 200 motels.. Life on the road. Theodor Bikel: Ladies and gentlemen! and here he is.. Who? Larry the dwarf. Larry likes to dress up funny. Tonight he's dressed up like Frank Zappa. Let's ask him "What's the deal?" |
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Ow! Look out!
Ow! Look out! Ow! Look out! How long? How long? Till that mystery roach be arrivin' soon Ya-ooo Ya-ooo Ya-ooo Ya-ooo That mystery roach be approachin' That mystery roach be approachin' me La La La La La La La, Oof! How long? How long? Till that mystery roach been gone Ya-ooo-ooo-oo-ooo Ya-ooo-ooo-oo-ooo That mystery roach be approachin' That mystery roach be approachin' me La La La La La La La, Oof! That mystery roach be approachin' That mystery roach be approachin' me La La La La La La La, Oof! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery mystery roach! Ah! Hold it! Wait a minute! Stop that music! Please . . . Hold it! Wait a minute! Ah . . . What are we SINGING about? A mystery roach? We must be . . . FLIPPING OUT! |
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Howard kaylan (vocals) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley dunbar (drums) George duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin lickert (bass) Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim pons (vocals) Mark volman & howard kaylan: This town.. this town.. This town we're in is just a Sealed tuna sandwich with the wrapper glued. Mark volman: We get a few in every tour. ? ? : They're always such a fucking bore. I can't wait till we blow this town and Work a place with some local hot action! |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: This town.. this town.. is just a Sealed Tuna Sandwich. Sealed Tuna Sandwich with the wrapper glued ... It's by baloney on the rack It goes for 40 cents a whack. It's just a place for us to play to help us pay the cost of the tickets back to L.A. the cost of the tickets back to L.A. the cost of the tickets back to L.A. Chorus: All the people in the Sandwich Town think the place is great. What if part of it's crumbling down? Most of them prob'ly won't be 'round ... Howard Kaylan: They'll either be dead.. Mark Volman: or moved to San Francisco. Howard Kaylan: ( Where everybody thinks they're Heavy Business. But it's just a Tuna Sandwich from another catering service. ) |
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Howard kaylan (vocals) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley dunbar (drums) George duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin lickert (bass) Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim pons (vocals) Mark volman & howard kaylan: This town.. this town.. This town we're in is just a Sealed tuna sandwich with the wrapper glued. Mark volman: We get a few in every tour. ? ? : They're always such a fucking bore. I can't wait till we blow this town and Work a place with some local hot action! |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: This town.. this town.. is just a Sealed Tuna Sandwich. Sealed Tuna Sandwich with the wrapper glued ... It's by baloney on the rack It goes for 40 cents a whack. It's just a rancid little snack in a plastic bag from a matron in La Habre with a blown-out crack who dies to suck the fringe off of Jimmy Carl Black. |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Jimmy Carl Black: My name is Burtram, I am a redneck. All my friends, they call me Burt. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Hi, Burt! Jimmy Carl Black: All my family from down in Texas make their livin' diggin' dirt. Come out here to Californy just to find me some pretty girls. Ones I seen gets me so horny ruby lips, n'teeth like pearls. Wanna love 'em all. Wanna love 'em dearly. Wann pretty girl, I'll even pay ... I'll buy 'em furs. I'll buy 'em jewelry ... I know they like me. Here's what I'll say. I'm lonesome cowboy Burt. ( Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance, my bold advance. On this here waitress ... Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He's lonesome cowboy Burt. Don'tcha get his feelings hurt. Jimmy Carl Black: Come on in this place an' I'll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Where's my waitress? Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Burtram, Burtram redneck. Burtram, Burtram redneck. Jimmy Carl Black: I'm an awful nice guy. Sweat all day in the sun. I'm a roofer by trade, quite a bundle I've made I'm unionized roofin' old Son-of-a-gun. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He's a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun. Jimmy Carl Black: When I get off, I get plastered. I drink till I fall on the floor. Find me some Communist bastard n' stomp on his face till he don't move no more. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He stomps on his face till he don't move no more. Jimmy Carl Black: I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on drinkin' till my eyes puff up an' turn red. I drool on m'shirt. I see if he's hurt. Then I kick him again in the head, let's Everybody: Kick him again in the head! Boys! Kick him again in the head! Now! Kick him again in the head! Jimmy Carl Black: I'm lonesome cowboy Burt. ( Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance, my bold advance. On this here waitress ... Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He's lonesome cowboy Burt. Don'tcha get his feelings hurt. Jimmy Carl Black: Come on in this place an' I'll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Where's my waitress? Opal, you hot little bitch! |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Jimmy Carl Black: Hey, who are these dudes? Are you a boy, or a girl? Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. What the fuck was that? I wonder if that son of a bitch can play something I might even like. Hey twerp, play me something I can enjoy. |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Centerville. A real nice place to raise your kids up. Centerville. It's really neat! Churches. Churches, and liquor stores. |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: She painted up her face. She sat before the mirror. She painted up her face. She drew the mirror nearer. Practisissing, Practiss, Practising! The STARE The STARE The secret stare she would use if a worthy-looking victim should appear. Practisissing, Practiss, Practising! ( Ah-hoo-ah-hoo-wah-hoo-wahhhh ) Practisissing, Practiss, Practising! |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: The clock upon the wall has struck the midnight hour. She finishes her call. Her girlfriend's in the shower. Practisissing, Practiss, Practising! |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Half a dozen provocative squats! Out of the shower she squeezes her spots. Brushes her teeth. Shoots a deoderant spray up her twat... It's getting her getting her hot. It's getting her getting her hot. Oh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh She's just twenty four and she can't get off. A sad, but typical case, yeah. The last dude to do her got in and got soft. She blew it and laughed in his face, yeah. Yeah. |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: She chooses all the clothes she'll wear tonight to dance in. (She dances, she prances, she dances, she prances) The places that she goes are filled with guys from groups, yeah-yeah-yeah Waiting for a chance to break her pants in. Provocative squats! Gum me on m'lunga Provocative squats! Gum me on m'lunga Provocative squats! Gum me on m'lunga Provocative squats! Gum me on m'lunga Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah wah wah Well at least there's sort of a choice there. (Twenty or thirty at times there have been ) Somewhat desirable boys there. Dressed really spiffy with long hair. Waiting for girls they can shove it right in. Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah wah wah Well at least there's sort of a choice there. (Twenty or thirty at times there have been ) Somewhat desirable boys there. Dressed really spiffy with long hair. Waiting for girls they can shove it right in. |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car? Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car? She's such a dignified lady, she's so pretty and soft. You can't call her a Groupie, it just pisses her off. She's got diamonds and jewelry, she's got lotsa new clothes. She ain't hurtin' nobody, so that everyone knows, that she knows what she wants, knows what she likes. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Look out... she's got her eyes on you. She left her place after midnight, she drove to the club. You know that her and her partner, came here lookin' for love. They want a guy from a group That's got a thing in a charts If your dick is a monster If your dick is a monster If your dick is a monster They will give him their hearts. 'Cause they know what they want, And they know what they like. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Look out... she's got her eyes on you. FAM-BAM-YAK-A-TA-TAHHH! They know what they want, They know what they like. Daddy, daddy, daddy...oooh Daddy, daddy, daddy...oooh Daddy, daddy, daddy...oooh. Aw right, you got 'em screamin' all night, screamin' all night. Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car? ( Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do, do it? ) Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car? Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do, do it? ) It's a cherry. You're a [?]. |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman: Penis dimension. Howard Kaylan: Penis dimension. Everybody: Penis dimension is worrying me. I can't hardly sleep at night 'Cause of penis dimension Do you worry? Do you worry a lot? No! Do you worry? Do you worry and moan ... That the size of your cock is not monsrtous enough? It's your penis dimension! Penis dimension! Howard Kaylan: Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah Mark Volman: Hiya friends. Now just be honest about it. Did you ever consider the possibliity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties themselves might provide elements of subconscious tension? Weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human being to have to become a politician. A policeman. A jesuit monk. A rock and roll guitar player. A wino. You name it. Or in the case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone beef-up, may become writers of hot books. Howard Kaylan: "Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim." Mark Volman: Yes, or they become Carmelite nuns. Howard Kaylan: "Gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha! Mark Volman: Ooh, or racehorse jockeys. There is no reason why you, or your loved one should suffer. Things are bad enough, without the size of your organ adding even more misery to the troubles of the world. Howard Kaylan: Right on, right on! Mark Volman: Now, if your a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can console yourself with this age-old line from primary school: Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Anything over a mouthful, is wasted. Mark Volman: Yes! and isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, one night you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you aren't even wearing any underwear your being so cool, and somebody hits on you one night, and looks you up and down and he says uh, Howard Kaylan: Eight inches or less? Mark Volman: Well let me tell you, brother, that's the time when you got to turn around and look that son of a bitch right between the eyes. And you got to tell him these words: |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: What will this evening bring me this morning? What will this evening bring me this morning? Dawn will arrive without any warning. What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? (If things go alright.) What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? ( Will she be outasite?) What will this evening bring me this morning? What will this evening bring me this morning? A succulent fat one! A mod little flat one, maybe a hot one (to give me the clap!) maybe a freak who gets off with a strap. {repeat and fade out} What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? (If things go alright.) What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? ( Will she be outasite?) |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Female Soprano: Why don't you strap on this here bunch of cardboard boxes daddy-o? Chorus: Joy of my desiring Female Soprano: You certainly look suave and get me hot. Chorus: Hot hot. Get me hot Female Soprano: And horny. If there's one thing I really get off on, it's a nun suit painted on some old boxes. Chorus: Some old melodies. Female Soprano: Four-four... an aura Chorus: An areola Female Soprano: Pink gums. Stumpy gray teeth. Chorus: Dental floss. Female Soprano: Gets me hot. Want to watch a dental hygiene movie? |
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I get so hard now I could die Ooh the way you love me sugar, I get so hard now I could die Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Ooh the way you squeeze me baby, Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Ooh the way you squeeze me girl, Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Mark: Do you really wanna please me? Howard: Well, you know I do, babe Mark: Well, tell me why you do it I really wanna know Howard: Oh, no, no, it wouldn't be right For me to tell you tonight Mark: You better tell me right away Or I'll pack up and go! Howard: Don't get mad It ain't no big thing Mark: You better tell me right away, Don't you treat me cold Howard: HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT! Well, there are a lot of reasons why I'd . . . I'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this . . . plastic hotel room and . . . rip you off for spare change to run a . . . to run a vibrating machine attached to this queen-size, bulk-purchase, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and . . . and make you take off all your little clothes . . . until you were nearly STARK RAVING NUDE! (Save for your chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong Peace Medallion, heh . . . ) And make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving . . . a plastic chair and . . . an old guitar strap while I . . . did a wee-wee in your hair and . . . beat you with a pair of tennis shoes . . . I got from Jeff Beck |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Chorus: Dew on the newts we got. Newt money dew. It's a payment on the rental for the dewy little newts we got. We got 'em dewy. Left 'em in the yard all night, though they didn't get uptight. The little vixens, the saucy little vixens, [? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?]. I know that they did not, did not, I know that they did not dash off into the night |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Chorus: The lad searches the night for his newts. |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Male Tenore: The girl wants to fix him some broth. Female Soprano: Tinselcock! Chorus: Tinselcock! Female Soprano: Would you like some broth? Male Tenore: Some nice soup. Female Soprano: Some hot broth. Male Tenore: Small dogs in it. Female Soprano: Do you Male Tenore: You like broth? Dog broth. Female Soprano: Hot broth. Male Tenore: You like dog broth hot? How do you like it? The four styles of it the breathe broth breath, and the ever popular hygienic European version, Tinselcock! Tinselcock! Chorus: Tinselcock! Male Tenore: Which do you choose? |
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Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Theodor Bikel: This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. The entire cast is assembled here at the Centerville Recreational Facility to bid farewell to you, and to express thanks for your attendance at this theatre. This might seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in on this song. It's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie. It's the kind of a song that people might sing to let you in the audience know that we really like you and care about you. We uh, understand how hard it is to laugh these days, with all the terrible problems in the world. Lord, have mercy on the people in England, for the terrible food these people must eat. ( Errrr, excuse me ) And may the lord have mercy on the fate of this movie and God bless the mind of the man in the street. Chorus: Help all the rednecks and the flatfoot policemen through the terrible functions they all must perform. God help the winos, the junkies, and the weirdos, Female Soprano: And every poor soul who's adrift in the storm. Chorus: Help everybody, so they all get some action, some love on the weekend, some real satisfaction. Female Soprano: A room and a meal And a garbage disposal A lawn and a hose'll Be strictly genteel. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog book, the girl in the pig book, and the one with the horse. Make sure they keep all those businessmen happy and the purple-lipped censors and the Germans of course. Chorus: Help everybody, so they all get some action, some love on the weekend, some real satisfaction. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: A Swedish apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon with a microwave oven. "Honey, how do it feel?" Everybody: Yeah Ahhh Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Lord, have mercy on the hippies and faggots and the dykes and the weird little children they grow. Help the black man. Help the poor man. Help the milk man. Help the door man. Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know. Theodore Bikel: It's been swell havin' you with us tonight folks. Mark Volman: But, don't leave the theatre yet, 'cause there's still more to come, but before we go on, I want to introduce to you my friend and musical associate, Howard Kaylan, who's going to give us all a final closing benediction. Howard Kaylan: They're going to clear out the studio... They're going to tear down all the... They're going to whip down all the... They're going to sweep out all the... They're going to pay off all the... Mark Volman: (oh, yeah!) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: And then... and then... and then... and then... Hey hey hey, everybody in the orchestra and the chorus Aww now, every one of our lovely and talented dancers the light bulb men, camera men, make-up men Mark Volman: (The fake-up men) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: And, the rake-up men. Jimmy Carl Black: (Especially Herbie Cohen, yeahoooo...) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: They're all going to rise up. They're going to jump up! I said jump up! Talkin' 'bout jump right up on off the floor. Jump right up and hit the door! Mark Volman: They're all going to rise up, and jump off. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: They're going to ride on home. They're going to ride on home. They're going to ride on home. They're going to ride on home. Howard Kaylan: And once again take themselves seriously. Yeah, Two, three, four, seriously. Mark Volman: They're all going to go home, Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Through the driving sleet and rain Mark Volman: They're all going to go home, Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: through the fog, through the dust. Through the tropical fever and the blistering frost. Mark Volman: They're all going to go home. Howard Kaylan: And get out of it as they can be. Jimmy Carl Black: And the same goes for me. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Howard Kaylan: And each and every member of this rock oriented comedy group in his own special way is going to get out of it as he can be. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: They're all going to get wasted. They're all going to get twisted. They're all going to get wasted. They're all going to get twisted. Howard Kaylan: And I am definitely going to get .... Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: REAMED Howard Kaylan: 'Cause I'm such a lonely.. I'm such a lonely.. a lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a lonely guy. Oh, and I know tonight, I am definitely... I am positively... I just have to get... Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Bent, reamed and wasted. Jimmy Carl Black: A disaster area the size of Atlantic City, New Jersey. Howard Kaylan: He's making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. I wouldn't do it if it weren't for this. You noticed, all through this material, I've been glancing over toward my left? Well, I'll tell you the reason for that ladies and gentlemen. HE is over there. HE is over on the left. HE is the guy that is making me do all this shit. Right over there. Now all through this movie, every time we've been on stage, I've had to look over in that direction, right? You saw it... you know! Well that's 'cause HE's over there. I've got to watch him for signs. He jumps up and down like a jackass. I can't even believe the guy sometimes. But we gotta watch him. "After all," we said, "it's Frank's movie." Now, we're THE MOTHERS, but it's still Frank's movie. He rented the studio, had all these cheesy sets built...it's so moche!. He's telling everybody, right now, right over there to...(text obscured by disaster area, fades out) |
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Ooh the way you love me lady
I get so hard now I could die Ooh the way you love me sugar, I get so hard now I could die Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Ooh the way you squeeze me baby, Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Ooh the way you squeeze me girl, Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Mark: Do you really wanna please me? Howard: Well, you know I do, babe Mark: Well, tell me why you do it I really wanna know Howard: Oh, no, no, it wouldn't be right For me to tell you tonight Mark: You better tell me right away Or I'll pack up and go! Howard: Don't get mad It ain't no big thing Mark: You better tell me right away, Don't you treat me cold Howard: HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT! Well, there are a lot of reasons why I'd . . . I'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this . . . plastic hotel room and . . . rip you off for spare change to run a . . . to run a vibrating machine attached to this queen-size, bulk-purchase, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and . . . and make you take off all your little clothes . . . until you were nearly STARK RAVING NUDE! (Save for your chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong Peace Medallion, heh . . . ) And make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving . . . a plastic chair and . . . an old guitar strap while I . . . did a wee-wee in your hair and . . . beat you with a pair of tennis shoes . . . I got from Jeff Beck |
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