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The clouds are really cheap
The way I seen 'em thru the ports Of which there is a half-a-dozen On the base of my resorz You wouldn't think I'd have too many Since I never cared for sports But I'm never really lonely In my Excentrifugal Forz There's always Korla Plankton Him 'n me can play the blues An' then I'll watch him buff that Tiny ruby that he use He'll straighten up his turban An' eject a little ooze Along a one-celled Hammond Organism Underneath my shoes An' then I'll call PUP TENTACLE I'll ask him how's his chin I'll fine out How the future is Because that's where he's been His little feet got long 'n flexible An' suckers fell right in The time he crossed the line From LATER ON to WAY BACK WHEN |
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Mark Volman (lead vocals)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals) Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Don Preston (keyboards, mini-moog) Jim Pons (bass, vocals) There was a man A little ole man Who lived in Montreal With a wife and a kid And a car and a house And a teenage daughter With a see-thru blouse Who loved to grunt and ball - - And her name was Magdalena The little ole man Came home one night To his house in Montreal. He caught his daughter In the blouse by the light And he said to himself: "She looks all right!" And he reached for a tit And grabbed it tight And threw her up Against the wall (BLUE CROSS!) Magdalena, my daughter dear, Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. My daughter dear Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. I work so hard, Don't you understand, Making maple syrup For the pancakes of our land. Do you have any idea What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? Do you have any idea What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? The little ole man With the grubby little hand Who lived in Montreal Was drooling a bit As he reached for her tit And he said to himself: "This gonna be it!" But the girl turned around And said: "Go eat shit!" And ran on down the hall. Right on, Magdalena! My daughter dear, Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. My daughter dear Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. I work so hard, Don't you understand, Making maple syrup For the pancakes of our land. Do you have any idea? What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? Do you have any idea? What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? Magdalena, don't you tease me like this Right in the hallway with your blouse and your tits If your mommy ever finds us like this She'll call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, daughter of the smog-filled winds of Los Angeles, I'd like to take you in the closet and take off your little clothes until you're virtually stark raving nude, spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard and we can, we can walk down the streets by the stars that say John Provost and Leo G. Carrol together, Baby. We can go dancing up at the Cina Grill ... can't you see it: Frank Pernell and us, until dark ... don't you understand, my Baby ... I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean ... it was so hard for me ... I just ... I saw you standing under the Shell pest strip late last night, in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru thingie...and I just said 'My god, my god, I gave my sperm to this thing'...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I don't know what to do Magdalena, don't you understand? So I grabbed you - but, but don't hold it against me - I mean, your mom will never know, Baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me?... I want you to... I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me, Baby... I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkletts machine... that's it! that's it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon Jesus picture on the wall... and I want you to step, Baby, I want you to walk back in your f ive inch spike heels that you got at Frederick's, same time you and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas... and I want you to stroll back to me, Baby... Walk back Baby, dontcha understand me Baby... I want you to walk back... I'm down on bended knees, Baby... I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra...Don't you understand me. I'm gonna take off you little maroon hot pants... I'm gonna get down on my knees, Baby... dontcha understand what I'm saying to you... your mom will never know... she's playing bridge with the girls... and you and I... you and I will... Baby, it's just you and I... dontcha understand... we can make love all night long... nobody will ever know... come on, Magdalena! ...please, little girl... walk back to your daddy... what did I do that was so wrong?...my god, I was only following the sexual impulse like I heard on the Johnny Carson Show...from a book or something I wrote, I didn't know what I was doing...I got carried away... walk bac k, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, Magdalena... to your daddy, Baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!... |
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Mark Volman (lead vocals)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals) Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Don Preston (keyboards, mini-moog) Jim Pons (bass, vocals) Primer mi carucha, chevy '39 Going to El Monte Legion Stadium Pick up on my weesa, she is so divine Helps me stealing hubcaps, wasted all the time Fuzzy dice, bongos in the back My ship of love is ready to attack |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don Preston (synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Chester Thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Cheepnis. Let me tell you something, do you like monster movies? Anybody? (YEAH!) I love monster movies, I simply adore monster movies, And the cheaper they are, the better they are. And cheepnis in the case of a monster movie has nothing to do with the budget of the film, although it helps. But true cheepnis is exemplified by visible nylon strings attached to the jaw of a giant spider. I'll tell you, a good one that I saw one time, I think the name of the film was "It conquered the world" (YEAH!) And the... Did you ever see that one? The monster looks sort of like an inverted ice-cream corn with teeth around the bottom. It looks like a, like a teepee or a sort of a rounded off pup-tent affair. And ah, it's got fangs on the base of it, I don't know why but it's a very threatening sight. And then he's got a frown and, you know, ugly mouth and everything, And there's this one scene where the ah monster is coming out of a cave. See? There's always a scene where they come out of a cave, at least once. And the rest of the cast...it musta been made around the 1950's. The lapels are about like th at wide, The ties are about that wide and about this short, And they always have a little revolver that they're gonna shoot the monster with. And there is always a girl who falls down and twists her ankle. Hey hey! Of course there is! You know how they are, the weaker sex and everything, Twisting their ankle on behalf of a little ice-cream corn. Well in this particular scene, In this scene folks, they ah, they didn't wanna re-take it 'cause it musta been so good they wanted to keep it, but they... When the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you can see about this much two-by-four attached to the bottom of the Thing as the guy is pushing it out, And then obviously off-camera somebody's goin': "No! Get it back!" ...and they drag it back just a little bit as the guy is goin': "KCH! KCH!" Now that's cheepnis. Right. And this is cheepnis here: One two three four... I ate a hot dog It tasted real good Then I watched a movie From Hollywood (repeat) Little Miss Muffett on a squat by me Took a turn around, I said: Can y'all see? The little strings on the Giant Spider?" The Zipper From The Black Lagoon? The vents by the tanks where the bubbles go up? (And the flaps on the side of the moon) The jelly & paint on the 40 watt bulb They use when the slime droozle off The rumples & the wrinkles in the cardboard rock And the canvas of the cave is too soft The suits & the hats & the tie's too wide And too short for the scientist man The chemistry lady with the roll-away mind And the monster just ate Japan Ladies and gentlemen, The monster, Which the peasants in this area call FRUNOBULAX (Apparently a very large poodle dog) Has just been seen approaching The Power Plant Bullets can't stop it Rockets can't stop it We may have to use NUCLEAR FORCE! HERE COMES THAT POODLE DOG! BIG AS A BLIMP WITH A RHINESTONE COLLAR SNAPPIN' OFF THE TREES LIKE THEY WAS BONSAI'D ORNAMENTS ON A DRY-WOBBLE LANDSCAPE KEEP IT AWAY! DON'T LET THE POODLE BITE ME! WE CAN'T LET IT REPRODUCE! OH! SOMEBODY GET OUT THE PANTS! The National Guard has formed up at the base of the mountain And is attempting to lure the enormous poodle towards the cave Where they hope to destroy it with napalm A thousand of the troopers are now lined up and are calling to the monster... Here Fido Here Fido Here Fido GOT A GREAT BIG SLIMEY THING GOT A GREAT BIG HEAVY THING GOT A GREAT BIG POODLE THING GOT A GREAT BIG HAIRY THING (repeat) C'mon! Everybody! Let's go! Get the distilled water! Get the canned goods! Get the toilet paper! You know we need it! GO TO DA SHELTER MY BABY, MY BABY, GO TO DA SHELTER GO TO DA SHELTER (repeat) Little Miss Muffett on a squat by me, Can ya see the little string danglin' down Makes the legs go wabble an' the mouth flop shut An' the HORRIBLE EYE, HORRIBLE EYE, HORRIBLE EYE Go rollin' around Can y'see it all Can y'see it from here Can y'laugh till yer weak on yer knees If you can't, I'm sorry 'cause that's all I wanna know I need a little more cheepnis please Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know I need a little more cheepnis please Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know I need a little more cheepnis please (etc. repeats) |
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And in your dreams, you can see yourself as a prophet.
Saving the world, with words from your lips. (I am not a crook) I just can't believe you are such a fool. I just can't believe, you are such a fool I just can't believe, you are such a fool I just can't believe, you are such a fool I just can't believe, you are such a fool |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don Preston (synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Chester Thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Well I'm about to get sick From watchin' my TV Been checkin' out the news Till my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day Is just another rotten mess And when it's gonna change, my friend Is anybody's guess, so I'm Watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' There's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay the trouble Comin' every day Wednesday I watched the riot Seen the cops out on the street Watched 'em throwin' rocks & stuff & chokin' In the heat Listen to reports About the whisky passin' 'round Seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp & smash & bash & crash & slash & bust & burn And I'm Watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' that there's No way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Alan Zavod (keyboards) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) "Hi-ho Silver!" Way! Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Roll it over 'n grease it down I'll drive you through the heart of town Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Roll it over 'n grease it down I'll drive you through the heart of town "Hi-ho Silver!" Hey, the good women, they sure has it tough The good men, well there just ain't enough All the good girls are lookin' all the time Good silver 's something that they can't find 'Cause if they find one miraculously They try to be lovin' as they can be 'Cause if they find one and let him go Chances are they might not never find one no mo' So they Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Way! Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Roll it over 'n grease it down I'll drive you through the heart of town A good lovin' man is hardest to find A good woman needs to ease her mind And I know a few that need to ease it behind All y'gotta do is grease it down 'N everything is fine Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Roll it over 'n grease it down I'll drive you through the heart of town A girl don't need No fancy grease To get herself Some rump release Any kind Of lube 'll do Maybe from another Part of you Lube from the North Lube from the South Take a little slobber "Hi-ho Silver!" From the side of your mouth From your mouth From your mouth From your mouth From your mouth ... Grease it down Here come that crazy Screamin' sound... "Hi-ho Silver!" "Thank you, Masked Man!" "Hi-ho Silver!" ... Ok: everybody! "Hi-ho Silver!" Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy Roll it over 'n grease it down, down, down Grease it down... Oh no no no! Here comes that screamin' sound again... |
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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) (Instrumental) |
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If the froggy come up-a with his satchel in his hand,
Then he reach in the front and dump a mile of sand Across the rug, along the hall, up to the umbrella stand That you've been watchin' all the time Watchin' all the time And if a forest grows up from the dirt on the floor That the frog with the satchel had just dumped beside the door You just startin' to get worried, you ain't going out no more And it's confusin' to your mind - just consider this: You can be scared when it gets too real You can be scared when it gets too real But you should be diggin' it while it's happening Yes! You should be diggin' it while it's happening 'Cause it just might be a one-shot deal You can be lost and you can wanna be found But keep an eye on that frog whenever he jump around Just keep a-watchin' him You oughta be watchin' him Just keep a-watchin' him You wanna be watchin' him And see if he has brought along a little bag for you Rant! |
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