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FZ: Once upon a time, way back a long time ago, when the universe consisted of nothing more elaborate than Mark Volman...
Mark: Oh, thank you, Frank. And don't misspell it, that's not Marc Bolan, that's Mark Volman. Hiya, friends! I wanna welcome each an' every one of ya, I wanna say to you tonight, I feel great. I mean, I feel great! Everywhere I go people are always comin' up to me, and they say, "Mark... Mark, Mark..." (Mark! Mark! Mark!) Mark: "Mark, are you kidding?" Lemme tell you this, friends: I AM NOT KIDDING. I mean, I am portly, and I am maroon. Well, how many people here tonight can guess what I am? FZ: I... don't... Howard: I can't guess what you are. Jim: Not me. Mark: Well, then I'll give you some clues. And the first clue is, I AM PORTLY. Does that help? FZ: Not much. Howard: No, I don't know who you are. Mark: OK, I got one. Clue number two: I AM DOUBLE KNIT. That helped? FZ: No, not much. Howard: What do you mean? Mark: Ahem; well then, I have to give you one more clue, I know this is gonna give it away and I hate like damn to tell you this, but clue number three, ICH BIN MAROON. Howard: Ahhhh, you're a Sofa! FZ: Way back a long time ago, when the universe consisted of nothing more elaborate than Mark Volman... Mark: Thank you, Frank. FZ:...trying to convince each and every member of this extremely hip audience here tonight that he was nothing more, nothing less, than a fat, maroon sofa, suspended in the midst of a great emptiness, a light shined down from Heaven. And there He was, ladies and gentlemen, the Good Lord, and He took a... He took a look at the sofa, and He said to himself: "Quite an attractive sofa. This sofa could be commercial..." Mark: Thank you, Frank, hiya friends! FZ: "...with a few more margaritas and the right company. However, I digress. What this sofa needs," said the Big G., "is a bit of FLOORING underneath of it." And so, in order to make this construction project possible, He summoned the assistance of the celestial choir of engineers and, by means of a cute little song in the German language, which is the way He talks whenever it's Heavy Business, the Good Lord went something like this... take it away, Jim Pons: Gib zu mir etwas Fußbodenbelag (Hey!) Unter diesem fetten, fließenden Sofa (Everybody!) Gib zu mir etwas Fußbodenbelag Unter diesem fetten, fließenden Sofa FZ: And of course, ladies and gentlemen, that means, "Give unto me a bit of flooring under this fat, floating sofa." And sure enough, boards of oak appeared thoughout the emptiness as far as vision permits, stretching all the way from Belfast to Bognor Regis. And the Lord put aside his huge cigar and proceeded to deliver unto the charming maroonish sofa the bulk of His message, with the assistance of a small electric clarinet, and it went something like this: |
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FZ: Howdy, folks. Alright, here's the deal: This is our last show here in London. Gee, it's gonna be tough. Got a few ? a few of the boys are sick tonight (cough, cough) but they're still gonna... GIVE YOU THEIR ALL. I want to introduce you to the members of the rocking teenage combo and tell you which ones are sick and what they've got. Denny Walley on slide and vocals, he has, he has an aluminum finger, and we're gonna have that removed a little bit later in the show. This is Ike Willis. Ike has a... now Ike, Ike is our, uh lead vocalist, our dynamic male vocalist, he's got a sore throat and all sorts of other things wrong with him, he'll never be able to get through the show. The only thing he's got to take care of him is his knitted hat. And of course, Tommy Mars who also has stomach flu, on keyboards. Eh, do you have any other diseases, Tommy? No? He's available. Okay. Ed Mann on percussion. Ed is still healthy. Except, and he told me this backstage, except for his mental health, which he hasn't been doin'... but you have to expect these things in this kind of a group. And Peter Wolf on keyboards. There's, there apparently is nothing wrong with Peter yet.
Band Member #1: He's got stomach flu too. FZ: You have stomach flu too? Ooh, my goodness. Band Member #2: He has intestinal flu. Band Member #3: The keyboard disease. Band Member #1: They're coming up here... FZ: The circle is closing in. Okay, Vince Colaiuta on drums. Now, as you can see from looking at Vince, there is absolutely nothing wrong with him. Band Member #2: Malnutrition. Vinnie: Hey, c'mon. I'm workin' on it. FZ: Arthur Barrow, our bass player, he's got a, he's having a lot of trouble, he's been very sick all day, missed the soundcheck and everything, but he's gonna try, he's gonna try really hard. And of course, Sophia Warren on guitar. |
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Mark: I mean really... Really!
Howard: Rant-ran-n-n-nant rant-rant-rant... Mark: I mean, you guys, what can I say, you guys are my favorite band. You gotta tell me something... are you here in Hollywood long? I mean, I just... Howard: No, I'm uh, we're recording here in town. Mark: You're recording? Howard: Yeah, at the Record Plant. Mark: The Record Plant. Oh! Howard: Yeah. Mark: Bobby Sherman records there. I just love Bobby Sherman, and David Cassidy. Do you know David Cassidy? Howard: No... I... Mark: Have you ever run into any of the members of the Three Dog Night? Howard: Joe Schermie once, uh... Mark: OH-HHH! They are my favorite band, they're so professional, I mean, so creative... How about David Crosby? I mean, he so... IN, y'know, I... Howard: No, I never... Mark: He's... he just knows, I mean, he almost cut his hair, but he didn't, well... Howard: No, listen, do you know how... do you know how to get to the Chateau Marmont from here? Mark: Not exactly, is it by the... by the airport? Howard: No, no, we don't... we have a bus on this particular thing... Mark: Oh! Howard: Yeah. Mark: Tell me one thing, do you like my new car? Howard: Oh, yeah, it's a Pavilion, isn't it? Mark: Oh! Not just a Pavilion, it's a Pauley Pavilion. Howard: Oh! (Bleagh!) Yeah, it's real futuristic, I like the little naked man turn signals. So, uh... we gotta get up, y'know and go to the studio in the morning, and then we record for about two weeks and then we, uh, we leave again. FZ: Ha ha ha ha! Mark: Oh really? Where do you play when you go from here? Howard: Uh, let me see... NEEDLES... Mark: Oh, you guys are so professional! Howard: No, it's nothing... Mark: I mean the way you get to travel to... Howard: It's a... Mark:...to all those exotic towns you get to play in, and playin' all these great sounding halls, I mean... Howard: I'm immune to it, you know... Mark: Tell me something. Do you really have a hit single in the charts now, right now I mean, with a BULLET? That's really important. Howard: Listen, baby, would I lie to you just to run my fingers through your pubes? Mark: Don't talk to me that way! Howard: No, what I was saying... Mark: I AM NOT A GROUPIE! Howard: I never said you're a... Mark: I am not a groupie, neither are my friends here, Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley and Don and Frank, none of us are groupies! Howard: Pleased to meet all you girls. FZ: Hi, Howie! Mark: Tell 'em, tell 'em, we don't, we aren't groupies. Jim: Howard... Howard: Yeah... Jim: We only like musicians for friends. Howard: That's right. Jim: You, you know? You understand? FZ: We still wanna hear your record. Mark: And we'd still like to come in your bus. Howard: Yeah? Listen now, on the other side of record didn't you say that you get off being juked with a baby octopus and spewed upon with creamed corn, and that your hair-lipped queen-o bass-playing girlfriend with the crossed eyes and the tits on his shirt had to have it with a hot 7-UP bottle or he went UP THE WALL? Mark: Oh, Howie... Howard: What's the deal, MAMA? Mark: Howie, all that's true, Howie, and sometimes I even dig it with a Jack-In-The-Box ring job. But Howie, we are not... Howard: At last! Mark: We are not groupies, Howie, I told Robert Plant that... Howard: Plant-uh? Mark: I told Elton John, I told Steve Stills... Howard: Yeah... Mark: And he didn't even want to ball me. Howard: I can see that. Listen. The thing is, baby, I want some action, yknow? I'm only here for a coupla weeks recording at the Record Plant with the naked statue in the bathroom 'n stuff, I'm horny as fuck. Listen to me. I want a steaming, succulent, juicy, drippy, ever-widening kind of a smelly, slimy, many-folded sort of in-and-out contracting sphincter kind of a hole with a, with a, with a... let's see, there's gotta be a way I can put this discreetly... FZ: Ha ha ha! Howard: Let's say we hop in the aisle over those guys in the blue and FUCK, BABY! Mark: Hey, hey, hey! I'm in this band, man! I told you that many times. No matter what goes on. Listen, it just so happens tonight... I mean, this is unbelievable. Are you a Virgo? Howard: No... Mark: I mean it just so happens tonight me and my girlfriends, well we came here lookin' for a guy from a group... Howard: Ahhh! Mark: But just not ANY guy from ANY group... Howard: Yeah? Mark: We're lookin' for a guy from a group with a DICK! Howard: Well! I can show you... Mark: But he's gotta have a dick WHICH IS A MONSTER! WAHHHHH! Howard: That's me! You peeked. That's me, you little Westwood wench nipple queen! Take me, I'm yours, you hole... Fulfill my wildest dreams... Mark: Oh, oh, oh, anything for you, my most seductive pop star of a man... Howard: Yeah? Mark: Picture this if you can... Howard: Okay, I'll try... Mark: Bead jobs... Howard: Bead jobs! Mark: Knotted nylons. Bamboo canes. Three unreleased recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting at the Fillmore East. Howard: Oh, no... Mark: Two unreleased recordings of... of the Grateful Dead sitting in with Mel Torme. Howard: Yeah... No, I... oh, man, oh, I, I just... I CAN'T STAND IT! You understand me, baby, I mean... I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T STAND IT! [...] ON FIRE! I'M GOING HOME! I GOTTA SEE MY BABY! I'M GONNA LOVE HER SO MUCH! I CAN'T STAND IT! |
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Don't tell me no, Babbette (I mean, Duke)
Don't you tear my dream Don't you break my heart Darling, we could share a love so fine Please, doggy Won't you be mine (Hi-aye-hi... yah!) Don't tell me no, Babbette Can't you see that I Don't wanna make you cry You're the only one like this before Please, Babbette, it's you I adore! (You I a-do-ore!) Oh-oh! Oh-ow... Oh, how I want you I really really want you I need your love to guide my way Oh, oh, oh! Oh, how I need you I really really need you Don't try to bark And I'll take you to the park Arf, Arf, Arf! No, Babbette Don't you tear my dream Don't you break my heart Oh, ah ah! (We could share a love) We... (We could share a love) Y'know, (We could share a love) Babbette, (We could share a love) I know I had to go on a tour with Zappa That's what Marty said, he said: But Babbette, Well, y'know, when I need a little bit of your lovin', Babbette I brought along a whistle around my neck So I could call ya, Babbette I said, Whaaa-aaaah-ooooh! Could nobody hear that whistle but Babbette. Oh, it's a strange dog whistle The only dogs that answer are Great Danes, German Shepherds, Doberman pinschers, all Marty's women You know I said, no, no, no, Babbette. Share my love Don't make me cry-y (Don't let me cry) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, Babbette Share my love Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me cry Oh-ooh-ow-ow-ow well... arf, arf, arf, arf, arf Please... (it's what Marty say to all his dogs) (Marty, there's a phone call for you.) Please... |
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FZ: Alright, there's a green Chevy, license number 650 BN in Barry's lot. Gotta move it. I repeat, there is a green Chevy, license number 650 BN in Barry's lot.
Guy #1: There's a '54 out there too, Frank. FZ: There's a what? Guy #1: A '54. FZ: There's a '54 what? Guy #1: A '54 what? Guy #2: Did you announce the action burgers? Guy #3: Action burgers...! Guy #1: It's a Ford ? uhhhh... FZ: Please, do yourself a favor and move your short before somebody takes it away. They're serving burgers in the back! If you go for burgers, you'll love the burgers here. They have some burgers in this place, when you open 'em up, y'know... you hold 'em like this, and go way in the back where nobody can see you... Some people eat them that way. Guy #4: Take 'em back to Philadelphia, Frank! FZ: What? Guy #4: Philadelphia! FZ: What about Philadelphia? Guy #4: It's a cream cheese. FZ: That's it! FZ: Now, if you'll analyze what we're playing here, if you use your ear and listen, you can learn something about music, y'see? "Louie Louie" is the same as the other song with one extra note, see? They're, they're very closely related and they mean just about the same thing. Plastic people You gotta go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Plastic people You gotta go-UH! A fine little girl, she waits for me She's as plastic as she can be She paints her face with plastic goo And wrecks her hair with some shampoo Plastic people You gotta go-UH Plastic people You gotta go (Sure gonna miss ya) Take a day and walk around Watch the nazis run your town Then go home and check yourself You think we're singing 'bout someone else... But you're plastic people You gotta go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Plastic people You gotta go Three nights and days I walk the streets This town is full of plastic creeps Their shoes are brown to match their suits They got no balls, they got no roots... Because they're pPlastic people You gotta go (Sure gonna miss ya, bop, bop, bop) Plastic people You gotta go Me see a neon moon above I searched for years and found no love I'm sure that love will never be A product of plasticity |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Well, yeah, well Oh yeah She was a fine girl She could get down wit de get down All de way down She do yer laundry She change a tire Chop a little wood for de fire Poke it around...if it died down Oh yeah She was a fine girl She go up in the mornin' She go down in the evenin'...all de way down She do the dishes If you wishes Silverware too Make it look brand new...when she get through Oh yeah She was a fine girl Outa this world Well, yeah, well, yeah, well, yeah, well Oh yeah She was a fine girl She could get down wit de get down All de way down She do your laundry She change a tire Chop a little wood for de fire Poke it around...if it died down Oh yeah She was a fine girl With a lovely smile With a bucket on her head Fulla water from de well She could run a mile Oh yeah She wouldn't spill a drop It'd stay on top Her head was kinda flat But her hair covered that She was a fine girl Didn't need no school She was built like a mule With a thong sandal Well, wasn't no kinda job she could not handle She could get down...wit de get down All de way down We need some more like dat in dis kinda town We need some more like dat in dis kinda town We need some more like dat in dis kinda town We need some more like dat in dis kinda town... We need some more like dat... |
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Three hundred years ago
I thought I might get some sleep I stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnite creep You know I'll never sleep no more It seem to me that it just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes Just about as evil as you could be I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm that creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is . . . Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF They said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady . . . I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot's bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof . . . I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF |
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FZ: Just pretend it was thirty years ago, and this was the first song of the night for the kind of a band that your mother and father used to go and cream over.
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Oh, no! I don't believe it!
You say that you think you know the meaning of love? Do you really think it can be told? You say love is all we need you say with your love you can change all of the fools all of the hate I think you're probably out to lunch! And in your dreams you can see yourself as a prophet saving the world. The words from your lips? I just can't beleive you are such...a fool I think you should CHECK it again. How can you say what you believe will be the key to a world of love? |
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Frank Zappa (vocals)
Ike Willis (background vocals) Ray White (background vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals) Bobby Martin (saxophone, falsetto) Brad Cole (piano) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Be in my video, Darling, every night I will rent a cage for you And mi-j-i-nits dressed in white (teeny-little-tiny-little...) Twirl around in a lap dissolve Pretend to sing the words I'll rent a gleaming limousine; Release a flock of Ber-herna-herna-herna Herna-her-nerds Wear a leather collar And a dagger in your ear (Stabbin' and a-stabbin' and a-stabbin' and a-stabbin' at you-ou-ou-ou-ou) I will make you smell the glove And try to look sincere, then we'll Dance the blues (Oh yes) Let's dance the blues (We'll dance the blues) Let's dance the blues (We'll dance them very much) Under the megawatt moonlight Pretend to be Chinese, (One-hung-low) I'll make you wear red shoes There's a cheesy atom bomb explosion All the big groups use Atomic light will shine Through an old venetian blind Making patterens on your face, Then it cuts to outer space With its billions & billions & Billions & billions and Be in my video Darling, every night Everyone in cable-land Will say you're 'outta-sight' You can show your legs While you're getting in the car, then I will look repulsive While I mangle my guitar Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh-wah-wah-wah! After all the closeup shots of you In bondage leather They'll spray an alley with a hose And we'll escape together Then we'll dance the blues again (Oh yes, we'll dance the blues) Let's dance the blues again (Sure we will) Let's dance the blues again (We'll dance them blues) In the middle of an alley Let's dance your face (Let's dance your face) Let's dance your lips (And dance your lips) Let's dance your nose (We'll dance your nose) And then we'll dance your sinus! Wooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooooooo! |
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[Hammersmith Odeon, London
February 19, 1979 Engineer: Mick Glossop FZ lead guitar Warren Cuccurullo rhythm guitar Denny Walley rhythm guitar Ike Willis rhythm guitar Tommy Mars keyboards Peter Wolf keyboards Ed Mann percussion Arthur Barrow bass Vinnie Colaiuta drums] |
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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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Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Like I want you to Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Girl... girl... girl... I love you so hard now, I'm cryin' for you Don't make me lose my pride I want to come inside And grab ahold of you, baby And grab ahold of you Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Like I want you to Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Now... now... now... I want to feel it, give me your love now Don't make me steal it, don't make me steal it Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, Tell me you love me, tell me you love me! Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, Tell me you love me, tell me you love me! Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Like I want you to Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Girl... girl... girl... I love you so hard now, I'm cryin' for you Burnin' with fire, I gotta hot desire 'Cause I gotta make love with you, 'Cause I gotta make love with you, baby 'Cause I gotta make love with you, 'Cause I gotta make love with you Tell me you love me, like I want you to Tell me you love me, like I want you to Tell me you love me, like I want you to Aaaaahhh, yeah! |
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