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RELEASE DATE:	2006-02-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	18
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	락
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	27

INTRODUCTION

1979년 발표된 프랭크 자파의 명반. 1970년대부터 1980년대 초까지 그의 작품들의 특성, 즉 외설적인 가사쓰기의 가장 대표적인 케이스로 이름이 높다. 'Jewish Princess' 처럼 논쟁의 여지가 많은 테마를 선택해 대중음악신에 충격을 던지려는 용감무쌍함도 더불어 여전하다. 그래미에 노미네이트되는 등, 그의 음반들 중 상업적으로 가장 커다란 화 ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

1.

I Have Been In You

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I Have Been In You - From the CD "Sheik Yerbouti"

I have been in you, baby
And you have been in me
And we have be so intimately entwined
And it sure was fine

I have been in you, baby
And you have been in me
And so you see we have be so together
I thought that we would never
Return from Forever
(Return from Forever)
(Return from Forever)

You have been in me
And understandably
I have been in 'n' outta you (in 'n' outta you, in 'n' outta you)
And everywhere, you want me to (in 'n' outta yoooou)
Yes you know it's true;

And while (I was inside)
I might have been (undignified)
And that is maybe (why you cried)
I don't know, Maybe so
But what's the difference now?

I have been in you baby
You have been in me
Aw' little girl there ain't no time
To wash your stinky hand
Go head 'n' roll over
I'm goin' in you again
in you again
in you again
in you again...
I'm going in you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-aah!
In you again, ah!
In you again-aah!
In you again, ah!

Now I'm goin' in you again baby
'N' you can go in me too, that's true
I'm goin' in you again, baby
'N' later when we get through
I'm going in you again-ahh!
In you again, ah!
In you again-aah!
In you again, ah!
In you again-aah!
In you again, ah!

2.

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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

Flakes! Flakes!
Flakes! Flakes!
They don't do no good
They never be workin'
When they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wastin' mine
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the Flakes

Flakes! Flakes!

They can't fix yer brakes
You ask 'em, "Where's my motor?"
"Well, it was eaten by snakes..."
You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' an' lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Take it away, Bob...

I asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, them whole damn weekend
came 'n' went, Frankie
Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?
'N' they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday

You know, no matter what you do,
They gonna cheat 'n' rob you
Then they'll send you a bill
That'll get your senses reelin'
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
That'll get you so crazy
'Til your head'll go through th' ceilin'
Yes it will!

I'm a moron, 'n' this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here's
American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it
Crumbles 'n' breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
They rush on over
'N' wreck it some more
'N' we are so dumb
They're linin' up at our door
Well, the toilet went crazy
Yersterday afternoon
The plumber he says
Never flush a tampoon!
This great information
Cost me half a week's pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day-ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day
WOO-OOO

We are millions 'n' millions,
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let it upset you
Can't escape the conclusion
It's probably God's Will
That civilization
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While yer children is sleepin',
Yer puppy is crappin'
You might call us Flakes
Or something else you might coin us
But we know you're so greedy
That you'll probably join us

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you...

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

Flakes! Flakes! 
Flakes! Flakes! 
They don't do no good 
They never be workin' 
When they oughta should 
They waste your time 
They're wastin' mine 
California's got the most of them 
Boy, they got a host of them

Swear t'God they got the most 
At every business on the coast 
Swear t'God they got the most 
At every business on the coast 
They got the Flakes

Flakes! Flakes!

They can't fix yer brakes 
You ask 'em, "Where's my motor?" 
"Well, it was eaten by snakes..." 
You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit 
But they won't be fixin' it 
They're lyin' an' lazy 
They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear t'God they got the most 
At every business on the coast 
Swear t'God they got the most 
At every business on the coast 
Take it away, Bob...

I asked as nice as I could 
If my job would 
Somehow be finished by Friday 
Well, them whole damn weekend 
came 'n' went, Frankie 
Wanna buy some mandies, Bob? 
'N' they didn't do nothin' 
But they charged me double for Sunday

You know, no matter what you do, 
They gonna cheat 'n' rob you 
Then they'll send you a bill 
That'll get your senses reelin' 
And if you do not pay 
They got computer collectors 
That'll get you so crazy 
'Til your head'll go through th' ceilin' 
Yes it will!

I'm a moron, 'n' this is my wife 
She's frosting a cake 
With a paper knife 
All what we got here's 
American made 
It's a little bit cheesey, 
But it's nicely displayed 
Well we don't get excited when it 
Crumbles 'n' breaks 
We just get on the phone 
And call up some Flakes 
They rush on over 
'N' wreck it some more 
'N' we are so dumb 
They're linin' up at our door 
Well, the toilet went crazy 
Yersterday afternoon 
The plumber he says 
Never flush a tampoon! 
This great information 
Cost me half a week's pay 
And the toilet blew up 
Later on the next day-ay-eee-ay 
Blew up the next day 
WOO-OOO

We are millions 'n' millions, 
We're coming to get you 
We're protected by unions 
So don't let it upset you 
Can't escape the conclusion 
It's probably God's Will 
That civilization 
Will grind to a standstill 
And we are the people 
Who will make it all happen 
While yer children is sleepin', 
Yer puppy is crappin' 
You might call us Flakes 
Or something else you might coin us 
But we know you're so greedy 
That you'll probably join us

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you 
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you 
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you 
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you...

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

3.

Broken Hearts Are For Assholes

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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

Hey! Do you know what you are?
You're an asshole! An ASSHOLE!

Some of you might not agree
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you will see...
Broken hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole?
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole too?
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole...

Maybe you think you're a lonely guy
Maybe you think you're too tough to cry
So you went to The Grape,
Just to give it a try
And Dagmar
Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life
Was his name...
One Two Three Four!
The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his
Pancake make-up
And yet he was a beautiful lady
Nearly drove you insane
Let's talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR
And so you kissed a little sailor
Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production:
Who had just blew in from Spain
Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf
You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
The story of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's back in town
In a way you can't explain
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match
With Kona.
And so you worked the wall with Michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an awful strain
Volcanic Hell
But you came back on Sunday for the gong show
Next Thursday, teen town's finest...
But you forgot what I was sayin'
'Cause you're an asshole, You're an asshole
That's right
You're an asshole, you're an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an asshole
That's right
You're an asshole, you're an asshole

Now you been to The Grape 'n' you been to The Chest
'N' now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole

You say you can't live with what you been through
Well, ladies you can be an asshole too
You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool yerself girl
It's lookin' at you
Don't fool yerself girl
It's winkin' at you
Don't fool yerself girl
It's blinkin' at you
That's why I say
I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Corn hole
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Fist fuck
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Wrist-watch; Crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Pud!

Don't fool yerself, girl
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
Don't fool yerself, girl
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew you'd be surprised...

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

Hey! Do you know what you are? 
You're an asshole! An ASSHOLE!

Some of you might not agree 
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery 
But think a while and you will see... 
Broken hearts are for assholes 
Broken hearts are for assholes 
Are you an asshole? 
Broken hearts are for assholes 
Are you an asshole too? 
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole...

Maybe you think you're a lonely guy 
Maybe you think you're too tough to cry 
So you went to The Grape, 
Just to give it a try 
And Dagmar 
Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life 
Was his name... 
One Two Three Four! 
The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his 
Pancake make-up 
And yet he was a beautiful lady 
Nearly drove you insane 
Let's talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR 
And so you kissed a little sailor 
Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production: 
Who had just blew in from Spain 
Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf 
You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel 
The story of a demented bread-boffer 
And acted like it was cocaine 
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf 
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko 
Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's back in town 
In a way you can't explain 
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match 
With Kona. 
And so you worked the wall with Michael 
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite 
Which gave your back an awful strain 
Volcanic Hell 
But you came back on Sunday for the gong show 
Next Thursday, teen town's finest... 
But you forgot what I was sayin' 
'Cause you're an asshole, You're an asshole 
That's right 
You're an asshole, you're an asshole 
Yes, yes 
You're an asshole, you're an asshole 
That's right 
You're an asshole, you're an asshole

Now you been to The Grape 'n' you been to The Chest 
'N' now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole

You say you can't live with what you been through 
Well, ladies you can be an asshole too 
You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you, 
But don't fool yerself girl 
It's lookin' at you 
Don't fool yerself girl 
It's winkin' at you 
Don't fool yerself girl 
It's blinkin' at you 
That's why I say 
I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Corn hole 
Ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Fist fuck 
Ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Wrist-watch; Crisco 
Ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Pud!

Don't fool yerself, girl 
It's goin' right up yer poop chute 
Don't fool yerself, girl 
It's goin' right up yer poop chute 
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew you'd be surprised...

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

4.

-

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

One Two Three Four!

Feelin' sorry
Feelin' sad
So many ugly people
I feel bad
I'm so cute
They're so homely
Some of them
At home 'n' lonely
Wish they could be
Very cute like me
But they will never
Get to be
Some folks got it
Some folks don't
Some so ugly
They never won't

Everybody
See his hair
See his clothes
I'm sure you care
Terry Ted
Is really sweet
Watch the way he keep the beat
Sweet as honey
He's a piece of cake
>From the ginseng root
'N' stuff he take
Vitamin E
'N' all the B's
He's so cool he'll make you freeze
Make you freeze
Make you freeze
Excuse me please

Step aside
I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna strut
I'm gonna slide
Hey, ugly folks,
Go get some cyanide
An' die
DIE DIE DIE DIE

A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh
(etc. repeats)

Ugly is bad
And bad is wrong
And wrong is sinful
And sin leads to eternal damnation
An' hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Arrrrrrrghhhhhhh!

One Two Three Four

I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
(etc. repeats)

5.

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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

My baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Well my baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
She don't merely fit like a glove
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones

She's tryin' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Well, she's tryin' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
She don't never wanna leave it alone
She can push; she can shove
Till it's just a nub
She can push; she can shove
Till it's just a nub
Just a nub
Just a nub

Here she comes
With her red dress on
Steam shoots out
>From the sprinklers on the lawn
The eyes be rollin'
On the concrete fawn
The wind can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wind can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wind can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
Jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
She's a jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze

(etc. ad lib)

6.

What Happened To All The Fun In The World

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7.

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8.

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9.

Bobby Brown Goes Down

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(Ooh . . . )
A real hologram!
(We sure do!)
I mean: not real, but almost a real hologram

Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
Tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
(Tiny heinie ho!)
Here I am at a famous school
(Gonna fly now)
I'm dressin' sharp
I'm actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n maybe later I'll rape her

Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome son-of-a-bitch
Gonna get a good job 'n be real rich
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good . . . )

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady . . . I don't know which
(I wonder wonder, Hi-Yo, Silver!)

So I went out 'n bought me a leisure mask
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
(Gonna fly now)
An' none of the jocks can even tell i'm a homo
Eventually me 'n a friend
Sorta of drifted along into S&M
(YA!)
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
Hi-Yo, Silver!
Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fan . . . Hi-Yo, Silver!
And my name is Bobby Brown
And my name is Bobby Brown
Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!
And my name is Bobby Brown
Hi-Yo, Silver!

10.

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11.

The Sheik Yerbouti Tango

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12.

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13.

Tryin' To Grow A Chin

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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

Hey! I'm only fourteen
Sickly 'n' thin
Tried all of my life
Just to grow me a chin
It popped out once
But my dad pushed it in
Why did he hurt me?
He's my next of kin...
He's a mex-i-kin

I'm lonely 'n' green
Too small for my shirt
If Simmons was here
I could feature my hurt
Scared of the future
Hope I don't grow
I know nobody likes me
'Cause everywhere I go
They say NO
They say NO
They say NO

Now I'm older
Got a place in the town, babe
Got a chin on my shoulder
'N' it keeps growing down 'n' down 'n' down
I'm horny 'n' lonely
'N' I wish I was dead
Why am I livin'?
I wanna be dead instead
That's right, I said
I wanna be dead instead
Now dig this:

I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
'Cause that would thrill me
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
'Cause that would thrill me
(etc, repeat)

14.

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15.

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I don't know much about dancin,
Or why I got this song,
One of my legs is shorter than the other and both my feets too long.
Course now right along with 'em,
I got no natural rhythm,
But I go dancin' every night, hopein' one night I might get it right!

(Chorus)

I'm a Dancin' Fool
(Dancin' fool)
Dancin' Fool.
I'm a Dancin' Fool
(Dancin' fool)
Dancin' Fool
When I hear that beat, I jump outta my seat, When I hear the beat cuz' I'm a,
Dancin Fool
(Dancin' fool)
Dancin' Fool

Disco folks all dressed up,
Like theys fit to kill,
I walk on in, see 'em there, I'm gonna give them all a thrill.
When they see me comin',
They all steps aside,
They has a fit while I commit, My Social Suicide!

(Chorus)

I'm a Dancin' Fool
(Dancin' fool)
Dancin' Fool.
I'm a Dancin' Fool
(Dancin' fool)
Dancin' Fool
When the beat goes on I'm so wrong. Beat goes on and I'm so wrong. Beat goes on and I'm so wrong.
The beat goes on and I'm so wrong, The beat goes on and I'm so wrong, The beat goes on and I'm so wrong, The beat goes on and I'm so wrong!
I may be totally wrong but I'm a,
Dancin Fool
I may be totally wrong but I'm a,
Dancin' Fool

(Yowza, Yowza, Yowza)

I got it all together now,
My very own disco flow, hey hey,
My shirts half open, to show you my chains, and the spoon fer up my nose.
I am really something,
Thats what you'd probably say,
So smoke your little smoke, Drink your little drink, While I dance the night away!

(Chorus)

I'm a Dancin' Fool.
I'm a Dancin' Fool.
I'm a Dancin' Fool.
I'm a Dancin' Fool.
He's a Dancin' Fool
I may be totally wrong but I'm a,
(Music)
I may be totally wrong but I'm a,
(Music)
I may be totally wrong but I'm a,
(Music)
I may be totally wrong but I'm a, FOOL! ya.
(hey darlin can I buy ya a couple a drinks???)

16.

Jewish Princess

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Jewish Princess Lyrics

I want a nasty little Jewish Princess
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
A horny little Jewish Princess
With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I want a hairy little Jewish Princess
With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes
I want a steamy little Jewish Princess
With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
I don't want no troll
I just want a Yemenite hole

I want a darling little Jewish Princess
Who don't know shit about cooking and is arrogant looking
A vicious little Jewish Princess
To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin'
All up inside
I just want a Princess to ride
Awright, back to the top...everybody twist

I want a funky little Jewish Princess
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little Jewish Princess
With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So long as she does it with four on the floor
(Vapor-lock)

I want a dainty little Jewish Princess
With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
A fragile little Jewish Princess
With Roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n' lies
For two or three nights
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites

17.

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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)
David Ocker (clarinet)

Many well-dressed people
In several locations
Are kissing quite a bit
Later in the evening
Leaves will fall
Tears will flow
Wind will blow
Some rain; some snow
A fireplace maybe
A kiss or two
And down they'll go
But that's the way it goes sometimes
You just might find yourself in the clutches of some
Wild Love

Mama stroked his dinger
Daddy got a stinky finger
In those days of long ago
Later in the evening
She'd complain
They'd refrain
He'd go home and hone his bone
A tragic case maybe
But also true
I'm sure you know
But that's the way it goes sometimes
You just might find yourself in the clutches of some
Wild Love

Now'days you get dressed up
'N' later you get messed up
But still you're pretty hip
Later in the evening
You'll explain
She'll remain
You're real modern
She's the same
A frantic pace maybe
But who's to say
Where it will go

18.

-

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals)
Andre Lewis (background vocals)
Randy Thornton (background vocals)
Davey Moire (background vocals)

Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you
Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too

(verse repeats)

You ain't really made for bein' out in the street
Ain't much hope for a fool like you
'Cause if you play the game, you will get beat

Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you
Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too
And
You should never smoke in pajamas
You might start a fire 'n' burn yer face
Maybe you'll return to Managua
You could go unnoticed in such a place

RELEASES

2006-02-00

Ryko Filmworks (0014431052828)

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