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Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) It's a miserable Friday night I'm so lonely And nobody'll give me a ride To the Grateful Dead concert...Oh rats! I got to be free Free as the wind Free is the way I got to be Maybe I'm lost Maybe I sinned I got to be Totally free Our parents don't love us Our teachers they say Things that are boring So we're running away And we will be free And people will see That when we are free That's the way we should be Nothing left to do but get out the 'ol glue (Sniff it good now...) Our parents don't love us Our teachers they say Things that are boring So we're running away And we will be free And people will see That when we are free That's the way we should be (WE MUST BE FREE!) The glue! The glue! I can't find the glue! (WE MUST BE FREE AS THE WIND) If I was at the concert now, I'd be RIPPED! (WE WERE FREE WHEN WE WERE BORN) I could tighten my headband for an extra rush During Jerry's guitar solo Then I could go to a midnite show of 200 MOTELS! (WE WERE BORN FREE, BUT, NOW WE ARE NOT FREE ANYMORE!) "Opal, you hot little bitch!" "You can take this pin n' hang it in yer ass!" "You ain't the devil!" "Where's my waitress?" BUT WE WANNA BE FREE AN' WERE GONNA BE FREE YES, WE WANT TO BE FREE AND WE'RE GONNA BE FREE ... did you know that FREE IS WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR NOTHING OR DO NOTHING WE WANT TO BE FREE FREE AS THE WIND FREE IS WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR NOTHING OR DO NOTHING WE WANT TO BE FREE FREE AS THE WIND FREE IS WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR NOTHING OR DO NOTHING WE WANT TO BE FREE FREE AS THE WIND FREE IS WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR NOTHING OR DO NOTHING WE WANT TO BE FREE FREE AS THE WIND |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Doreen...don't make me wait Til tomorrow Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... Please darling Let me love you tonight An' it'll be awright You...can't make me say I don't want you Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... My heart Is burning with love And I want you tonight I really love you You make me feel good Please don't deceive me Doreen you know you should Stay with me always We could be lovers Doreen you're different Then all the...others Doreen...don't make me wait Til tomorrow Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... Please darling Let me love you tonight An' it'll be awright You...can't make me say I don't want you Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... My heart Is burning with love And I want you tonight |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Hob-noblin Wit de goblin De Goblin Girl From da mystery world Hob-noblin Wit de goblin She's black 'n green 'Cause it's Halloween Raggedy black Is the way she dress Little green shoes 'N her hair's a mess On Halloween night At de costume ball She's a Goblin Girl An' she can gobble it all She's a goblin She's a Goblin Girl She's a goblin She's a Goblin Girl I been hobblin' 'Cause of the Goblin Goblin Girl ...Goblin Girl Some girls like To dress like a witch Some girls like to dress like a queen Best way a girl Can dress for me Is in a Goblin suit (They look so cute...) When they're a goblin There ain't a problin When they're a goblin I start a-wobblin' Pink all over Some is tan Goblin Girls From every land They look good From any which-a-way Every Halloween You can hear me say: "Goblin Girl, take it away..." Hob-noblin Wit de goblin De Goblin Girl From da mystery world (TRICK OR TREAT NOW...etc) Talkin' 'bout the bad girls All the Goblin Girls Talkin' 'bout the bad, bad girls The little Goblin Girls Some are called Doreen Some are dressed in green They're tricking your treat But they're bad girls They're very bad girls (LEPRECHAUN LIGHT...etc.) They make your face look like you got scales on it But that's okay... When the green light shines down On the black guys in the band Everybody in the audience Thinks they're seeing something That looks like it's made out of Fish skin But Coy leaves the green gels in the truss Because he knows the guys in the front Really enjoy looking like they've got Scales all over their body... |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) You're the ol' lady from the society pages From a small town somewhere I used to be You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff That didn't appeal to me OL' LADY OL'LADY OL' LADY OL'LADY OL' LADY OL'LADY OL' LADY OL'LADY The hostpital plans (yer brother drew 'em all) You ran the paper 'n Charity Ball Every day on the third or fourth page There you was..you was quite the rage Somehow you was all kinda cheap 'n wrong Just like in a lotta small towns Where folks like you Hang around too long And pass out jobs to yer relatives 'n such So you all keeps a lot, 'n nobody else Ever gets too much...to speak of... So what? What can you say? So long as the trash gets picked up So long as the trash gets locked up Just so the trash don't stack up Some day you won't be on page three Or page four anymore OL' LADY OL'LADY OL' LADY OL'LADY OL' LADY OL'LADY OL' LADY OL'LADY By the grace of God you had a son He's the one and only one He grew up and by and by He came to be a Beautiful Guy |
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Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Beauty knows no pain So what you cryin' about Girl Beauty knows no pain So what you cryin' about Girl Beauty knows no Beauty knows no Beauty knows no Even if yer plain You could be tryin' it out Girl Even if yer plain You could be tryin' it out Girl Beauty is no Beauty is no Beauty is no Beauty is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry Beauty is colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die Beauty is a Beauty is a Beauty is a Lie But you don't care if it's a lie 'Cause you are such a beautiful guy Your head is north, your feet is south And you save the rest for Charlie's mouth Your head is north Your feet is south And you save the rest for CHARLIE'S ENORMOUS MOUTH... |
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Some take the bible
For what it's worth When it says that the meek Shall inherit the Earth Well, I heard that some sheik Has bought New Jersey last week 'N you suckers ain't gettin' nothin' Is Hare Rama really wrong If you wander around With a napkin on With a bell on a stick An' your hair is all gone... (The geek shall inherit nothin') You say yer life's a bum deal 'N yer up against the wall... Well, people, you ain't even got no kinda Deal at all 'Cause what they do In Washington They just takes care of NUMBER ONE An' NUMBER ONE ain't YOU You ain't even NUMBER TWO Those Jesus Freaks Well, they're friendly but The shit they believe Has got their minds all shut An' they don't even care When the church takes a cut Ain't it bleak when you got so much nothin' (So whaddya do? Hey!) Eat that pork Eat that ham Laugh till ya choke On Billy Graham Moses, Aaron 'n Abraham... They're all a waste of time 'N it's your ass that's on the line (IT'S YOUR ASS THAT'S ON THE LINE) Do what you wanna Do what you will Just don't mess up Your neighbor's thrill 'N when you pay the bill Kindly leave a little tip And help the next poor sucker On his one way trip... SOME TAKE THE BIBLE... (Aw gimme a half a dozen for the hotel room!) |
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Dumb All Over (Frank Zappa)
This version of lyrics from "Have I Offended Someone?" (a fantastic live version) released 1997 Whoever we are, wherever we're from We shoulda noticed by now, our behavior is dumb And if our chances expect to improve It's gonna take a lot more, than trying to remove the other race Or the other whatever, from the face Of the planet altogether They call it THE EARTH, which is a dumb kinda name But they named it right, 'cause we behave the same... We are dumb all over Dumb all over, yes we are Dumb all over, near an' far Dumb all over, black an' white People, we is not wrapped tight Nerds on the left, nerds on the right Religious fanatics on the air every night Saying the Bible tells the story Makes the details sound real gory About what to do if the geeks over there Don't believe in the book we got over here You can't run a race without no feet An' pretty soon there won't be no street For dummies to jog on or doggies to dog on Religious fanatics can make it be all gone It won't blow up An' disappear It'll just look ugly for a thousand years... You can't run a country by a book of religion Not by a heap or a lump or a smidgen Of foolish rules of ancient date Designed to make you all feel great While you fold, spindle and mutilate Those unbelievers from a neighboring state TO ARMS! TO ARMS! Hooray! That's great Two legs ain't bad unless there's a crate They ship the parts to mama in For souvenirs: two ears - Get Down! Not his, not hers, but what the hey? The Good Book says: "It's gotta be that way!" But their book says: "REVENGE THE CRUSADES!!!!..." With whips an' chains an' hand grenades..." TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS? Have another and another My God says: "There ain't no other!" Our God says: "It's all okay!" My God says: "This is the way!" It says in the book: "Burn and destroy....." An' repent, an' redeem, an' revenge, an' deploy An' rumble thee forth to the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side Cause they don't go for what's in the Book An' that makes 'em BAD So All, verily we must choppeth them up Or stompeth them down Or rent a nice French bomb Ssssssssss........ to poof them out of existence While leaving their real estate just where we need it To use again for temples in which to praise OUR GOD "Cause He can really take care of business!" And when His humble TV servant With white hair and a brown suit And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls Tells us it's okay to do this stuff, then we're supposed do it 'Cause if we don't do it, we ain't gwine up to hebbin! (Depending on which book you're using at the time... Can't use theirs... it's all lies...... Gotta use mine... Ain't that right? That's what they say -- Every night... Every day... Listen, we can't really be dumb, if we're just following God's Orders After all, He wrote this book here an' in the Book He says: "He made us all to be just like Him," So... If we're dumb... Then God is dumb... An' maybe even a little bit ugly on the side DUMB ALL OVER ? a little ugly on the side DUMB ALL OVER ? a little ugly on the side DUMB ALL OVER ? a little ugly on the side |
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And if these words you do not heed
Your pocketbook just kinda might recede When some man comes along and claims a godly need He will clean you out right through your tweed ("That's right, you asked for it, remember there is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over . . .") He's got twenty million dollars In his Heavenly Bank Account . . . All from those chumps who was Born again Oh yeah, oh yeah He's got seven limousines And a private plane . . . All for the use of his Special Friends Oh yeah, oh yeah He's got thousand-dollar suits And a Wembley Tie . . . Girls love to stroke it While he's on the phone Oh yeah, oh yeah At the House of Representatives He's a groovy guy . . . When he Gives Thanks He is not alone . . . He is dealin' He is really dealin' IRS can't determine Where The Hook is It is easy with the Bible To pretend that You're in Show Biz (And a-one, and a-two, and a . . . ) They won't get him They will never get him For the naughty stuff That he did It is best in cases like this To pretend that You are stupid (DOH . . . ) He's got Presidential Help All along the way He says the grace While the lawyers chew Oh yeah They sure do And the Governors agree to say: "He's a lovely man!" He makes it easier for Them to screw All of you . . . Yes, that's true! 'Cause he helps put The Fear of God In the Common Man Snatchin' up money Everywhere he can Oh yeah Oh yeah He's got twenty million dollars In his Heavenly Bank Account You ain't got nothin', people You ain't got nothin', people You ain't got nothin', people Thank the man . . . oh yeah As we end another broadcast day Let me say That you ain't got nothin' And he's got it all |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) You say there ain't no use in livin' It's all a waste of time 'N you wanna throw your life away, well People that's just fine Go ahead on 'n get it over with then Find you a bridge 'n take a jump Just make sure you do it right the first time 'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide Chump You say there ain't no light a-shinin' Through the bushes up ahead 'N we're all gonna be so sorry When we find out you are dead Go head on and get it over with then Find you a bridge 'n take a jump Just make sure you do it right the first time 'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide Chump Now maybe you're scared of jumpin' 'N poison makes you sick 'N you want a little attention 'N you need it pretty quick Don't wanna mess your face up Or we won't know if it's you Aw there's just so much to worry about Now what you gonna do? Go head on 'n get it over with then Go head on 'n get it over with then Go head on 'n get it over with then Go head on 'n get it over with then You're on the bridge; Scared to leap, But a girl walks over To take a peep... She says: "DON'T DO IT!" But wouldn't you know... The girl got a head Like a buffalo With a little red hair All over the top An' her breath would make the Traffic stop She says "I LOVE YOU... BUT FIRST, LET'S EAT!" And all you can say as you run down the street is... |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Jumbo, go away Jumbo, go away Jumbo leave me alone Get your head off my bone I wanna go home ("I'm hungry") Jumbo lighten up Jumbo lighten up Jumbo give me a break Lighten up on my snake That's all I can take (Robbie take me to Greek Town!) It seems I can't explain The way I feel about you You just don't understand You're from Kalamazoo... You got to realize Our little romance deal Will not materialize Into a thing that you'd call REAL... (I think I have worms...) Jumbo gotta go Jumbo gotta go Jumbo better get back Or your eye will get black When I give you a smack (Boo-hoo-hoo...) Jumbo don't you cry Jumbo don't you cry Jumbo this is good-bye I ain't gonna lie So wash up your pie Wash up your pie (There are three things that smell like fish!) Wash up your pie (One of them is fish...) Wash up your pie (The other two...) Wash up your pie (Are growing on you...) |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) You took a chance On Jumbo's love If only she woulda Gave you the shove That might have sent you On your way But it's too late now You got a letter today... Life and love Has left you shafted And of on top of that You just got drafted |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Registered mail...special delivery OH NO You're gonna hafta sign fer this, buddy OH NO I know you're in there, ya little sumbitch OH NO Goddam little communist... (weep, weep, weep) I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted PHOOEY! I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted NO-OH-WOH-OH-WOH... Roller skates 'n disco It's a lot of fun I'm too young 'n stupid To operate a gun LaCelia Jackson! Come on down! I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED Nancy Butterworth! Come on down! You're the next contestants on SOOOOO WHAT! I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED And, but, also... I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED A new car! I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED But that's not all... My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted Wars are really ugly They're dirty and they're cold I don't want nobody To shoot me in the fox hole...fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole "Leave my nose alone, please..." |
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