Give me Your dirty love Like you might surrender To some dragon in your dreams
Give me Your dirty love Like a pink donation To the dragon in your dreams
I don't need your sweet devotion An' I don't want your cheap emotion Whip me up some dragon lotion For your dirty love Your dirty love
Give me Your dirty love Like some tacky little pamphlet In your daddy's bottom drawer
Give me Your dirty love I don't believe you never seen His book before
I don't need no consolation I don't want your reservation I only got one destination An' that's your dirty love Your dirty love
Give me Your dirty love Just like your mama Make her fuzzy poodle do (Oh, Frenchie . . . )
Give me Your dirty love The way your mama Make that nasty poodle chew
I'll ignore your cheap aroma And your little-bo-peep diploma I'll just put you in a coma With some dirty love Some dirty love That dirty love That dirty love
THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Snap it!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Snap it!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Snap it!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Not a speck of cereal!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Nothing but the best for my dog!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Come on!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Little paws sticking up!) THE POODLE BITES! (Little curly hairs!) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Little curly hairs!)
You know your mama and your daddy sayin' I'm no good for you
They call me dirty from the alley 'til I don't know what to do. I get so tired of sneakin' around just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and your mama jumped out screamin': Don't come back no more I can't take it!
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad.
Later I tried to call you your mama told me you weren't there. She told me don't bother to call again unless I cut off all my hair. I get so tired of sneakin' around just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and your mam jumped out screamin': Don't come back no more I can't take it!
The Mystery Man came over An' he said: "I'm outa-sight!" He said, for a nominal service charge, I could reach Nirvana t'nite If I was ready, willing 'n able To pay him his regular fee He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs And devote His Attention to me But I said . . . Look here brother, Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?) Look here brother, Don't you waste your time on me
The Mystery Man got nervous An' he fidget around a bit He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe An' he whipped out a shaving kit Now, I thought it was a razor An' a can of foamin' goo But he told me right then when the top popped open There was nothin' his box won't do With the oil of Afro-dytee An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said: "You might not believe this, little fella, but it'll cure your Asthma too!" An' I said . . . Look here brother, Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now what kind of a geroo are you anyway?) Look here brother, Don't you waste your time on me Don't waste yer time . . .
I've got troubles of my own, I said An' you can't help me out So take your meditations an' your preparations An' ram it up yer snout "BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!", he said An' held it to the light So I snatched it All away from him An' I showed him how to do it right I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head So I'd look like I was Deep I said some Mumbo Jumbos then An' told him he was goin' to sleep I robbed his rings An' pocket watch An' everything else I found I had that sucker hypnotized He couldn't even make a sound I proceeded to tell him his future then As long as he was hanging around, I said "The price of meat has just gone up An' yer ol' lady has just gone down . . . " Look here brother, Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?) Don't you know, You could make more money as a butcher, So don't you waste your time on me (Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me . . . ) Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm SSHONTAY
Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals) Davey Moire (vocals) Andre Lewis (organ, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Dave Parlato (bass) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba) Donnie Vliet (harmonica) Louanne Neil (harp) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Sharkie Barker (background vocals)
Disco Boy Run to the toilet, honey, Comb your hair
Disco Boy Pucker yer lip, 'N check yer shoulder, 'Cause some dandruff might be Hidin' there!
Disco Boy, You're the DISCO KING! Aw, the Disco-Thing Made you think Someday, That you Just might GO SOMEWHERE!
Disco Girl! You're 'out-a-site'! You need a Disco Boy To treat you right He'll do a little dance; Take you home tonight (Leave his hair alone, But you can kiss his comb)
Disco Boy! Run to the toilet boy, 'N comb your hair
Disco Boy! Shake it more than three times 'n yer playin' with it (WOW!) While yer standin' there! (Well . . . )
Disco Boy! Do the Bump every night, 'til the Disco Girl Who's REALLY RIGHT Gonna fall for yer line, 'N feed you a box fulla Chicken Delight!
Disco chit-chat; so demure! Pump that booty all across the floor! A disco drink A disco wink "You never go doody!" (That's what you think) "You never go doody!" (That's what you think) "You never go doody!" (That's what you think)
Doody Ah, go doody Doody You never go doody Doody You never go doody Doody You never go doody Doody You never go doody Ah, baby, doody No doody Doody Ah, baby, doody
Disco Boy! You got one more chance To comb your hair again
Disco Boy! They're closin' the bar, And she's leavin' with your friend!
Disco Boy, That's the way it goes, So wipe your nose, 'N try it again, To get a little laid tomorrow!
Disco Boy, No one understands, But thank THE LORD That you still got hands To help you do that jerkin' that'll Blot out yer Disco Sorrow!
It's Disco Love tonight Make sure you look all right It's Disco Love tonight Make sure you look all right
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...
I might be movin' to Montana soon Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss
Raisin' it up Waxen it down In a little white box That I can sell uptown
By myself I wouldn't Have no boss, But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees But I'd leave the sweet stuff To somebody else . . . but then, on the other hand Iwould
Keep the wax N' melt it down Pluck some Floss N' swish it aroun'
I'd have me a crop An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)
Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am) Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I'm pluckin' the ol' Dennil Floss That's growin' on the prairie Pluckin' the floss! I plucked all day an' all nite an' all Afternoon . . .
I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss (His name is MIGHTY LITTLE) He's a good hoss Even though He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway Any way
I'm pluckin' the ol' Dennil Floss Even if you think it is a little silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I'm gonna find me a horse Just about this big, An' ride him all along the border line
With a Pair of heavy-duty Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand Every other wrangler would say I was mighty grand
By myself I wouldn't Have no boss, But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Well I might Ride along the border With my tweezers gleamin' In the moon-lighty night
And then I'd Get a cuppa cawfee N' give my foot a push . . . Just me 'n the pygmy pony Over the Dennil Floss Bush
N' then I might just Jump back on An' ride Like a cowboy Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl In a clothing store Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl In a clothing store
Like, OH MY GOD! (Valley Girl) Like - TOTALLY (Valley Girl) Encino is like SO BITCHEN (Valley Girl) There's like the Galleria (Valley Girl) And like all these like really great shoe stores I love going into like clothing stores and stuff I like buy the neatest mini-skirts and stuff It s like so BITCHEN cuz like everybody's like Super-super nice It's like so BITCHEN
On Ventura, there she goes She just bought some bitchen clothes Tosses her head 'n flips her hair She got a whole bunch of nothin in there
Anyway, he goes are you into S and M? I go, oh RIGHT . Could you like just picture me in like a LEATHER TEDDY Yeah right, HURT ME, HURT ME... I'm sure! NO WAY! He was like freaklng me out... He called me a BEASTIE... That's cuz like he was totally BLITZED He goes like BAG YOUR FACE! I'm sure!
Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl So sweet 'n pure Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl So sweet 'n pure It's really sad (Valley Girl) Like my English teacher He's like (Valley Girl) He's like Mr. BU-FU (Valley Girl) We're talking Lord God King BU-FU (Valley Girl) I am SO SURE He's like so GROSS
He like sits there and like plays with all his rings And he like flirts with all the guys in the class It's like totally disgusting I'm like so sure It's like BARF ME OUT... Gag me with a spoon!
Last idea to cross her mind Had something to do with where to find A pair of jeans to fit her butt And where to get her toenails cut
So like I go into this like salon place, y'know And I wanted like to get my toenails done And the lady like goes, oh my God, your toenails Are like so GRODY It was like really embarassing She's like OH MY GOD, like BAG THOSE TOENAILS I'm like sure... She goes, uh, I don't know if I can handle this, y'know... I was like really embarassed.. .
Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl And there is no cure Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl And there is no cure
Like my mother is like a total space cadet (Valley Girl) She like makes me do the dishes and (Valley Girl) CLEAN the cat box (Valley Girl) I am sure That's like GROSS (Valley Girl) BARF OUT! (Valley Girl) OH MY GOD (Valley Girl
Hi! Uh-huh (Valley Girl) My name? My name is Ondrya Wolfson (Valley Girl) Uh -huh That's right, Ondrya (Valley Girl) Uh -huh... I know (Valley Girl) It's like... I do not talk funny... I'm sure (Valley Girl) Whatsa matter with the way I talk? (Valley Girl) I am a VAL, I know But I live in like in a really good part of Encino so it's okay (Valley Girl) So like, I don't know I'm like freaking out totally Oh my God!
Hi - I have to go to the orthodontist I'm getting my braces off, y'know But I have to wear a retainer That's going to be really like a total bummer I'm freaking out I'm SURE Like those things that like stick in your mouth They're so gross... You like get saliva all over them But like, I don't know, it's going to be cool, y'know So you can see my smile It'll be like really cool Except my like my teeth are like too small But NO BIGGIE... It's so AWESOME It's like TUBULAR, y'know Well, I'm not like really ugly or anything It's just like I don't know You know me, I'm like into like the clean stuff Like PAC-MAN and like, I don't know Like my mother like makes me do the dishes It's like so GROSS. . . Like all the stuff like sticks to the plates And its like, it's like somebody elses food, y'know It's like GRODY... GRODY TO THE MAX I'm sure It's like really nauseating Like BARF OUT GAG ME WITH A SPOON GROSS I am SURE TOTALLY...