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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (lead vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Jeff (tenor saxophone) Marginal Chagrin (baritone saxophone) Stumuk (bass saxophone) Dale Bozzio (vocals) Al Malkin (vocals) Craig Steward (harmonica) A festive CYO Party with crepe paper streamers, contestants for the broom dance, the "Hokey Pokey," baked goods, & FATHER RILEY making sure the lights don't go down too low... Father Riley And Various Party Goers: Catholic Girls With a tiny little mustache Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls In the Rectory Basement Father Riley's a fairy But it don't bother Mary Catholic Girls At the CYO Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls There can be no replacement How do they go, after the show? Joe: All the way That's the way they go Every day And none of their mamas ever seem to know Hip-Hip-Hooray For all the class they show There's nothing like a Catholic Girl At the CYO When they learn to blow... Father Riley: They're learning to blow All the Catholic Boys! Mary: Warren Cuccurullo... Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Kinda young, kinda WOW! Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Vinnie Colaiuta... Chorus: Where are they now? Did they all take The Vow? Father Riley: Catholic Girls Warren: Carmenita Scarfone! Father Riley: Catholic Girls Officer Butzis: Hey! She gave me VD! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Toni Carbone! Chorus: With a tongue like a cow She could make you go WOW! Joe: VD vowdy vootie Right away That's the way they go Every day Whenever their mamas take them to a show Matinee Pass the popcorn please There's nothing like a Catholic Girl With her hand in the box When she's on her knees Larry: She was on her knees, My little Catholic Girl Chorus: In a little white dress Catholic Girls They never confess Catholic Girls I got one for a cousin I love how they go So send me a dozen Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (etc.) Central Scrutinizer: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe had a girl friend named Mary. She used to go the church club every week. They'd meet each other there Hold hands And think Pure Thoughts But one night at the Social Club meeting Mary didn't show up... She was sucking cock backstage at The Armory In order to get a pass To see some big rock group for free... |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
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) Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham...) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man From a middle class fam'ly Started singin' the blues 'Cause he thought it was manly Now he talks like the Kingfish ("Saffiiiee!") From Amos 'n Andy ("Holy mack'l dere...Holy mack'l dere!") He tells you that chitlins... Well, they taste just like candy He thinks that he's got De whole thang down From the Nivea Lotion To de Royal Crown Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham...) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man Of the Negro Persuasion Devoted his life To become a caucasian He stopped eating pork He stopped eating greens He traded his dashiki ("UHURU!") For some Jordache Jeans He learned to play golf An' he got a good score Now he says to himself ("I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO MORE...HEY! HEY! HEY!") "I don't understand you..." BWANA MA-COO-BAH "Would you please speak more clearly..." MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ Who is who (I don't know) 'N what is what (Somethin' I just don't know...) 'N why is this (Tell me now...) Appropriot (That's a funny pronunciation if'n ever I heard one...) If you don't like (Where'd you get that word?) What you has got (Appropriot? The word is not...) Drop it in the dirt (Drop it yeah...) 'N let it rot (I can smell it now...) Someone else (Here de come, here de come...) Will surely come (I told you they was comin') 'N pick it up (That's right!) 'Cause he wants some (An' he wants it for free...) And when one day (There will come a day...) You wonder who (I wonder too...) You used to was (Who I was anyway...) 'N what you do (I used to work at the post office...) You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo...) 'N look around (Just to see what's goin' on) But what you lost (Can't seem to find it...) Will not be found (A Mercedes Benz...) Do you what you are? (I know...) You are what you is (I'm the kinda guy...) You is what you am (That ought to be drivin' a Mercedes Benz...) A cow don't make a ham (A four-fifty SLC...) You ain't what you're not (A big ol' red one...) So see what you got (With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk...) You are what you is (I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin'...) An' that's all it is (Gimme a five dollar bill...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (And an overcoat too...) AND THAT'S ALL IT IS (Robbie, take me to Greek Town...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm goin' down to White Street, y'all...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (Gone down to the Mudd Club, 'n work the wall...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS ('N work the floor 'n work the pipe 'N work the wall some more... And here we are at the Mudd Club, Y'all... I hope you enjoy yourself, cause the show's about To begin...) |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Frank Zappa (vocals, guitar)
Lowell George (rhythm guitar, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Don Preston (keyboards) Motorhead Sherwood (woodwinds, vocals) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, percussion) Arthur Tripp (drums, percussion) I say WPLJ, it really tastes good to me WPLJ won't you take a drink with me Well, it's a good good wine It really makes me feel so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine I went to the store when they open up the door I said: "Please please please gimme some more" White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, White port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! You take the bottle, you take the can, shake it up fine You get a good good wine. White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, White port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! The W is the white, the P is the port The L is the lemon, the J is the juice White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, White port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! Well I feel so good, I feel so fine I got plenty of lovin', I got plenty of wine White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, I said white port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Not sure if its correct, because Ya Hozna is backwards singing.
Sung backwards: I AM THE HEAVEN I AM THE WATER ICH BIN DER DRECK UNTER DEINEN WALZEN ICH BIN DEIN GEHEIMER SCHMUTZ UND VERLORENES METALLGELD ICH BIN DEINE RITZE ICH BIN DEINE RITZE UND SCHLITZE I AM THE CLOUDS I AM EMBROIDERED ICH BIN DER AUTOR ALLER FELGEN UND DAMAST PASPELN ICH BIN DER CHROME DINETTE ICH BIN DER CHROME DINETTE ICH BIN EIER ALLER ARTEN ICH BIN ALLE TAGE UND NAECHTE ICH BIN ALLE TAGE UND NAECHTE ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ORIGINAL: I AM THE HEAVEN I AM THE WATER I AM THE DIRT BENEATH YOUR ROLLERS I AM YOUR SECRET SMUT AND LOST METAL MONEY DOWN YOUR CRACKS I AM YOUR CRACKS & CRANNIES I AM THE CLOUDS I AM EMBROIDERED I AM THE AUTHOR OF ALL TUCKS AND DAMAST PIPING I AM THE CHROME DINETTE I AM THE CHROME DINETTE I AM EGGS OF ALL PERSUASIONS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Frank Zappa (acoustic guitar) Tony Duran (slide guitar) Jeff Simmons (hawaiian guitar, vocals) "Sneaky Pete" Kleinow (pedal steel) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Janet Ferguson (vocals) Erroneous (electric bass, vocals) Aynsley Dunbar (drums, tambourine) If the froggy come up-a with his Satchel in his hand, Then he reachs 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, Then 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!) But you should be diggin' it While it's happening 'cause iy 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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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Ray Collins (lead vocals) Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Ian Underwood (piano, alto saxophone) Don Preston (piano) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Love of my life, I love you so Love of my life, don't ever go I love you only Love, love of my life Stars in the sky they never lie Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye I love you only Love, love of my life Stars in the sky, they never lie Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye I love you darling, I love you only Don't ever leave me Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me lonely Love of my life, I love you so Love of my life, don't ever go I love you only Love, love of my life (spoken) Stars in the sky, they never lie Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye I love you darling, I love you only Don't ever leave me Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me lonely Love of my life, I love you so Love of my life, don't ever go I love you only Love, love of my life Love of my life, Love of my life |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
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 toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause some dandruff might be hiding there. Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think someday that you just might go somewhere. Disco girl, you're outa sight, 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 toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're playing with it while you're standing there. Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl who's really right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of chicken delight. Disco chit-chat so demure, pump that booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a disco wink, you never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. Duty. Go duty! Duty. Go duty! Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. You never duty. Go duty. Duty. You never duty. Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again. Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's leaving with your friend. Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and try it again, to get a little lay 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 your disco sorrow. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) The idiot bastard son (THE FATHER'S A NAZI IN CONGRESS TODAY THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.) The idiot bastard son (ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR) THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend at the church he'd attend... warming his pew) Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch THE CHILD WILL THRIVE & GROW And enter the world Of liars & cheaters & people like you Who smile & think you know What this is about (YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING... maybe so) The song we sing, DO YOU KNOW? We're listening... THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend all the colors he'd blend... where are they now?) |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Frank Zappa (guitar, lead vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Alan Zavod (keyboards) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Hey! What's new in Baltimore? How 'bout that chord to replay? Hey! What's new in Baltimore? The newest chord in all of Baltimore! Hey! What's new in Baltimore? What's new in Baltimore? Hey! What's new in Baltimore? Hey! What's new in Baltimore? Hey! What's new in Baltimore? What's new in Baltimore? What's new in Baltimore? What's new in Baltimore? |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) ARE YOU HUNG UP? ARE YOU HUNG UP? Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? Well... You're strung up, are you? I decided... I called it Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? One of these days I am going to erase every tape in the world ...In the world...world... Tomorrow I may do it... All the Frank Zappa Masters... Nothing... Blank... Empty... Space... That's what they are now... Blank... Empty... Space... I know he's sitting in there, In the control room now, Listening to everything I say But I really don't care Hello Frank Zappa! Hi boys & girls I'm Jimmy Carl Black I'm the Indian of the group! |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's there to live for? Who needs the peace corps? Think I'll just DROP OUT I'll go to Frisco Buy a wig & sleep On Owsley's floor Walked past the wig store Danced at the Fillmore I'm completely stoned I'm hippy & I'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own I'll stay a week & get the crabs & Take a bus back home I'm really just a phony But forgive me 'Cause I'm stoned Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco! How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO... Hotcha! First I'll buy some beads And then perhaps a leather band To go around my head Some feathers and bells And a book of Indian lure I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce How to get to Height Street And smoke an awful lot of dope I will wander around barefoot I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times I will love everyone I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street I will sleep... I will, I will go to a house That's, that's what I will do I will go to a house Where there's a rock roll band 'Cause the groups all live together And I will join a rock & roll band I will be their road manager And I will stay there with them And I will get the crabs But I won't care |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Concentration Moon Over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon Wis I was back in the alley With all of my friends, Still running free: Hair growing out Every hole in me AMERICAN WAY How did it start? Thousands of creeps Killed in the park AMERICAN WAY Try and explain Scab of a nation Driven insane Don't cry Gotta go bye bye SUDDENLY: DIE DIE COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow Concentration Moon Over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon Wish I was back in the alley With all of my friends, Still running free: Hair growing out Every hole in me AMERICAN WAY Threatened by US Drag a few creeps Away in a bus AMERICAN WAY Prisoner: lock SMASH EVERY CREEP IN THE FACE WITH A ROCK Don't cry Gotta go bye bye SUDDENLY: DIE DIE COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak)
Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Mama! Mama! Someone said they made some noise The cops have shot some girls And boys You'll sit home And drink all night They looked too weird...it served them right Mama! Mama! Someone said they made some noise The cops have shot some girls And boys You'll sit home And drink all night They looked too weird...it served them right Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion In between the moisture cream And velvet facial lotion? Ever tell your kids you're glad that they can think? Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink? Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad? It's such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom And Dad Mama! Mama! Your child was killed in the park today Shot by the cops as she quietly lay By the side of the creeps she knew... They killed her too. |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) operator? phone for a minute, please... Hello? yes sir Ah, can you call six seven eight nine eight six six Yes Right Is that Vickie? He's gonna bump you off the ass He's got a gun, you know If he can get ya in Laurel Canyon, he won't get you here Hello? Vickie? Yeah What's happening? Listen: Your father has called me up this... Now look, just don't panic but just tell me I'm not panicking OK I think my phone's captured too Well don't worry about it, it's quite alright Fine... Your father called me up this afternoon Just a second... |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top Everything's under control Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top 'Cause you think you're gettin' too old Don't try to do no thinkin' Just go on with your drinkin' Just have your fun, you old son of a gun Then drive home in your Lincoln |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) I'm gonna tell you the way it is And I'm not gonna be kind or easy Your whole attitude stinks, I say And the life you lead is completely empty You paint your head Your mind is dead You don't even know what I just said THAT'S YOU: AMERICAN WOMANHOOD! You're phony on top Phony underneath You lay in bed & grit your teeth MADGE, I WANT YOUR BODY! HARRY, GET BACK! MADGE, IT'S NOT MERELY PHYSICAL! HARRY, YOU'RE A BEAST! censored censored censored censored censored censored MADGE... I COULDN'T HELP IT ...I... DOGGONE IT! |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's the ugliest Part of your body? What's the ugliest Part of your body? Some say your nose Some say your toes But I think it's YOUR MIND I think it's your mind, woo woo ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE Where did Annie go Whe she went to town? Who are all those creeps That she brings around? ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE... |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) I don't do publicity balling for you anymore... The first word in this song is discorporate. It means: to leave your body Discorporate & come with me Shifting; drifting Cloudless; starless VELVET VALLEYS & A SAPPHIRE SEA: Wah Wah Unbind your mind There is no time To lick your stamps And paste them in DISCORPORATE And we will begin...WAH WAH! Flower Power sucks! Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen On comet on cupid on donner & blitzen On up & away & afar & a go-go Escape from the weight of your corporate logo! UNBIND YOUR MIND THERE IS NO TIME Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING! YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE Dreaming on cushions of velvet & satin To music by magic by people that happen To enter the world of a strange purple Jello The dreams as they live them are all mellow yellow UNBIND YOUR MIND THERE IS NO TIME Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING! YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand? Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt? I'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt. Yes, I'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt. Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head? I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to bed. I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to bed. Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck? Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck? I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck... (Just at this moment, the 2700 microgram dose of STP ingested by FLOWER PUNK shortly before the song began TAKES EFFECT: before your very ears his head blows up... leaving a bizarre audial residue all over your teen-age record player!) Hey Punk! Hey Punk! Hey Punk! Punky! Punk! Hey Punk! Punky! Come and go...come and go... Polly, do I ever have a lot of soul? I think I love you! Questi dominga? Have you seen that nose eating? I wanna know for sure! Leave my nose alone please! What 're you trying to do? Listen! ... This is one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to me You know, every time I think about how lucky I am to be in the rock & roll industry It's SO exciting You know, when I first got into the rock & roll business I could barely even play the changes to this song on my, on my guitar But now I'm very professional I can play the guitar I can strum it rhythmically I can sing along with my guitar as I strum I can strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage And you know, it's so wonderful to... It's wonderful to feel that I'm doing something for the kids Because I know that the kids and their music are where it's at The youth of America today is so wonderful And I'm proud to be a part of this gigantic mass deception I hope she sees me thrilling, yes... I hope she sees me dancing and thrilling I will say: ""Hello Dolly!"" Is the song over? Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock & roll record I can't even wait until our record comes out and teen-agers start to buy it We'll all be rich and famous! And when my royalty check comes I think I'm going to buy a Mustang No, I think I'll...I think I'll get a Corvette No, I think I'll get a Harley Davidson No, I don't think I'll buy any of those cars I think what I will do is I will buy both No, I don't do that either I think, ah, I'll go into real estate I think I'd like to... I think I'd like to buy a house in ... Boulevard No, that wouldn't do any good Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here, twirling that tambourine and dancing... Maybe after the show One of the girls who sees me up here, singing and thrilling my tambourine and dancing, will like me And she will come over to me And I will walk I will walk up to her and I will smile at her And I will impress her and I will say: ""Hello, baby, What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? I'm from a rock & roll band, I think we should..."" Is the song over? |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) He has work in the control zone because home doziness loves the dirt knobs... They think it is the way they can create Wonder what everyone else is whispering about... |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Beautiful! God! It's God! I see God! |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true I want everyone to listen and believe It's about some little people from a long time ago And all the things the neighbors didn't know Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe! Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!) And all the while on a shelf in the shed: KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY! Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room (A marvel to be seen: dysentery green) While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back: LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK We see them after school in a world of their own (To some it might seem creepy what they do...) The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night (I bet you'd do the same if they was you) Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!) And all the while on a shelf in the shed: KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY! Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's taking pills Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn! Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine! (Wait till the fire turns green... wait till the fire turns green) WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) The idiot bastard son (THE FATHER'S A NAZI IN CONGRESS TODAY THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.) The idiot bastard son (ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR) THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend at the church he'd attend... warming his pew) Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch THE CHILD WILL THRIVE & GROW And enter the world Of liars & cheaters & people like you Who smile & think you know What this is about (YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING... maybe so) The song we sing, DO YOU KNOW? We're listening... THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend all the colors he'd blend... where are they now?) |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Right now I have two hit-records on the charts But that has not made me any money It is so ... boy, and a lot of work Which I do, I mean, I'm carryin' it out... You're a lonely little girl But your Mommy & your Daddy don't care You're a lonely little girl The things they say Just hurt your heart It's too late now For them to start To understand The way you feel The world for them Is too unreal So you're lonely, lonely, lonely, Lonely little girl All your children are poor unfortunate victims Of systems beyond their control... Where did Annie go when she went to town? Who are all those creeps that she brings around? All your children are poor unfortunate victims Of lies you believe... Where did Annie go when she went to town... |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) There will come a time when everybody Who is lonely will be free... TO SING & DANCE & LOVE There will come a time when every evil That we know will be an evil... THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE Who cares if hair is long or short or sprayed or partly grayed... WE KNOW THAT HAIR AIN'T WHERE IT'S AT (there will come a time when you won't even be ashamed if you are fat!) WAH WAH-WAH WAH There will come a time when everybody Who is lonely will be free... TO SING & DANCE & LOVE (dance and love) There will come a time when every evil that we know will be an evil... THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE (rise above) Who cares if you're so poor you can't afford To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go stretch-elastic pants... THERE WILL COME A TIME WHEN YOU CAN EVEN TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF WHEN YOU DANCE |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's the ugliest Part of your body? What's the ugliest Part of your body? Some say your nose Some say your toes But I think it's YOUR MIND I think it's your mind, woo woo ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE Where did Annie go Whe she went to town? Who are all those creeps That she brings around? ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE... |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Do it again! Do it again! We are the other people We are the other people You're the other people too Found a way to get to you... Do you think that I'm crazy? Out of my mind? Do you think that I creep in the night And sleep in a phone booth? Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan Lemme take a minute & tell who I am If it doesn't show Think you better know I'm another person Do you think that my pants are too tight Do you think that I'm creepy? Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan Lemme take a minute & tell who I am If it doesn't show Think you better know I'm another person (the verse that really goes here has been censored out & recorded backwards in a special section at the end of side one...) We are the other people We are the other people You're the other people too Found a way to get to you We are the other people We are the other people You're the other people too Found a way to get to you Do you think that I love you... Stupid & blind? Do you think that I dream through the night Of holding you near me? Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan Lemme take a minute & tell who I am If it doesn't show Think you better know I'm another person |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Theme The way I see it, Barry, This should be a dynamite show. Orchestral Surf Music Bit of nostalga for the old folks Dialogue I'm advocating dark clothes If I'm not alone How long have I been asleep As long as I have Did you ever live in a drum? No Well then you aren't me I only dreamed I lived in a drum Ever since it got dark Dreaming is hard Yea, but with nothing over your head? No just light over my head and underneath too I don't think I could take it without anything over my head M-M - ??? Well why don't you go out and see what's out there? Well I don't know if that's what's out there. That's a thought, if you'd like Yes but still you can say darker and darker I don't know what the outside of this thing looks like at all I knew it's dark and murky How do you get your water so dark? Cause I'm paranoid I'm very paranoid and the water in my washing machine turns dark out of sympathy Out of sympathy? Yes Um where can I get that? At your local drug store How much? It's from Kansas Dixieland Music Effects Bored out .90 over with 3 strong burt 97ths Car Dialogue Almost chinese huh yeah. Good bread, cause I was making um $2.71 an hour I keep switching girls all the time because if i'm able to find a girl with really a groovy car that I can build up, man, I'll go steady with her for awhile until I can build up her car and blow out the engine. Orchestral (sped up) Orchestral (1) Dialogue I worked in a cheesy newspaper company for awhile but that was terrible, I wasn't making enough money to build anything Louie Louie And then I worked in a printing company and a couple of gas stations. Oh at the gas station where I was working my brother had just gotten married and uh, he bought a new car and his wife was having a kid and all this miserable stuff and he needed a job so I gave him a job at the gas station of which I was fired because, you know, he was going to work there. And he had his car on the rack and he was lubing it and changing tires and everything all the time. And so then he got fired because he was goofing off, man, and he just kept taking parts and working on his car day and night. So he lost that job and I went to work in another gas station. He took that one, you know, so he could feed the kids and that. Then I went to work in a aircraft company, and uh, I was building these planes. I worked on the XB-70, I was the last welder on there. Yea but, It was pretty good bread because I was making um, $2.71 an hour. I was making a hundred and a quarter a week, and uh, yea it was good enough money to be working on so i got an Oldsmobile, a groovy Olds. But I was going with this chick at the time. By the time I got the olds running decently, she went out and tore up the engine, and the trans and let her girlfriends get in there and booze it up and tare up the seats. They ripped the seats completely out. So uh, I got a '56 olds, which was this one chick I was going with, and uh we used to drive out all over the place and finally she got rid of that and uh, I got another pickup. Fast Rock Sound Effects Sped Up Drums Orchestral Oh man, I don't know if I can go through this again. Orchestral (1) Orchestral (sped up) Sound Effects Percussion,Orchestra |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Ronnie Williams: Buh-bah-bahdn
Spider: Oh! John: There it went again... Spider: It's a little pig... with wings. Pig with wings: EE... Gross Man: I hear you've been having trouble with pigs and ponies! Left channel: Calvin: To... just the opposite... going around to the other direction. Right channel: Calvin: How 'bout us, don't we get any? Gail: We don't get any... Calvin: That's very distraughtening. Gail: We don't get any because we're otherwise... Spider: Everything in the universe is... is... is made of one element, which is a note, a single note. Atoms are really vibrations, you know, which are extensions of THE BIG NOTE. Everything's one note. Everything, even the ponies. The note, however, is the ultimate power, but see, the pigs don't know that, the ponies don't know that. Right? Monica: You mean just we know that? Spider: Right! Spider: "Merry Go Round! Merry Go Round! Do-Do-Do-Do Do-Do-Do Do-Do-Do!" and they called that "doing their thing." John: Oh yeah, that's what doing your thing is! Spider: The thing is to put a motor in yourself. |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Dreamed I was an Eskimo Frozen wind began to blow Under my boots and around my toes The frost that bit the ground below It was a hundred degrees below zero... And my mama cried And my mama cried Nanook, a-no-no Nanook, a-no-no Don't be a naughty Eskimo Save your money, don't go to the show Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh Well I turned around and I said "Ho, Ho" And the northern lights commenced to glow And she said, with a tear in her eye "Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" "Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) (Well, right about that time people A fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial) Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) ) And he started into whippin' on my favorite baby seal With a lead-filled snowshoe) I said, with a Lead- Filled With a lead filled snowshoe He said, "Peekaboo" I said, with a Lead- Filled With a lead filled snowshoe He said, "Peekaboo" He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal he went "whap" with a lead-filled snowshoe, and he hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he that got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. So I bent down and I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous mitten-ful of the deadly YELLOW SNOW The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go! Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined to take the place of the mudshark in your mythology here it goes,the circular motion, now Rub It! (Here Fido) And then In a fit of anger I pounced And I pounced again Great Googly Moogly! I jumped up and down on the chest of the him I injured The fur trapper Well he was very upset, as you can understand And rightly so, because the Deadly yellow snow crystals had Deprived him of his Sight And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said "I can't see" "I can't see" "Oh, woe is me" "I can't see" "Well.....you know I can't see Nothin'" "He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye And the husky wee-wee I mean the doggie wee-wee Has blinded me And I can't see Temporarily" Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about his deflicted eyes. And it was at that precise moment that he remembered and ancient Eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that they write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes as the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named Nanook, the only way you can get it fixed up is to go Trudging across the tundra Mile after mile Trudging across the tundra Right down to the parish of St. Alphonzo |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Yes indeed Here we are At St. Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast Where I stole the margarine And wheedled on the Bingo cards In lieu of the latrine I saw a handsome parish lady Make her entrance like a queen While she was totally in chenille And her old man was a Marine As she abused the sausage pattie And said, "Why don't you treat me mean?" At St. Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast Where I stole the margarine (St. Alfonzo St. Alfonzo St. Alfonzo St. Alfonzo) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) (Get up on your feet and do the Funky Alfonzo) Father Vyvian O'Blivion Resplendent in his frock Was whipping up the batter For the pancakes of his flock He was looking rather bleary He forgot to watch the clock But the night before Behind the door A leprechaun had stroked it But the night before Behind the door A leprechaun had slowly storked it He slowly stroked it But the night before Behind the door A leprechaun had stroked his spot He stroked his spot It set him off in such a frenzy He sang "Lock Around the Crock!" And he topped it off with a ... And he topped it off with a ... And he topped it off with a ... oo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo As he stumbled on his ... He was delighted as it stiffened And ripped right through his sock "Oh St. Alfonzo would be proud of me" He shouted down the block Domine vobiscum Et cum spiritu tuo Don't you eat my sleazy pancakes Just for Saintly Alphonzo They're so light and fluffy white We'll raise a fortune by tonight They're so light and fluffy white We'll raise a fortune by tonight They're so light and fluffy brown They're the finest in the town They're so light and fluffy brown They're the finest in the town Good morning your highness oo oo ooo Good gosh, you're sumptuous oo oo ooo Good morning your highness oo oo ooo Good gosh, you're sumptuous oo oo ooo |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) The mystery man came over And he said "I'm outta sight!" He said for a nominal service charge I could reach nirvana tonight If I was ready, willing and 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 jiving with that cosmik debris? Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris? Look here brother, don't waste your time on me" The mystery man got nervous And he fidget around a bit He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe And he whipped out a shaving kit Now I thought it was a razor And a can of foaming goo But he told me right then when the top popped open There was nothin' his box won't do With the oil of Aphrodite, and the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said "You might not believe this, little fella But it'll cure your asthma too" And I said "Look here brother Who you jiving with that cosmik debris? Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway? Look here brother, don't waste your time on me" (Don't waste your time) "I've got troubles of my own", I said "And you can't help me out So, take your meditations and your preparations And ram it up your snout!" "But I got the crystal ball", he said And held it to the ligh So I snatched it, all away from him And I showed him how to do it right I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head So I looked like I was deep I said some mumbo-jumbo, then I told him he was going to sleep I robbed his rings and pocketwatch And 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 And your old lady has just gone down!" And I said "Look here brother-who you Jiving 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 waste your time on me" Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me (Shanti) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) The clouds are really cheap The way I seen 'em through the forts Of which there is a half-a-dozen On the face of my resorts You wouldn't think I'd have too many Since I never cared for sports But I'm never really lonely In my Excentrifugul Forz There's always corla plankun Kim and me can play the blues And then I'll watch him buff that Tiny ruby that he use He'll straighten up his turban And inject a little ooze Along a one-celled Hammond organism Underneath my shoes And then I'll call pup tentacle I'll ask him how's his chin I'll find out how the future is Because that's where he's been His little feet got long and flexible And suckers fell right in The time he crossed the line From later on, the way back when |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums) John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Whoa, are we moving too slow? Have you seen us, Uncle Remus? We look pretty sharp in these clothes (Yes, we do) Unless we get sprayed with a hose It ain't bad in the day If they squirt it your way 'Cept in the wintah, when it's froze And it's hard if it hits, on your nose (On your nose) Just keep your nose To the grindstone they say Will that redeem us, Uncle Reemus? I can't wait til mah 'fro is full grown I'll just throw away my doo-rag at home I'll take a drive to Beverly Hills Just before dawn And knock the little jockeys Off the rich peoples lawn And before they get up I'll be gone (I'll be gone) Before they get up I'll be knockin' the jockeys off the lawn (Down in the dew) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the watah Where the shark bubbles blow In the morning By your radio Do the walls close in to suffocate, yah You ain't got no friends And all the others they hate, yah Does the life you been leading gotta go? (HMMmm?) (Well let me straighten you out) About a place I know (Get your shoes and socks on people, it's right around the corner) Out through the night and the whispering breezes To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases Out through the night and the whispering breezes To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases (This has got to be the disease for you Now scientists call this disease, Brohm-a-drosis But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes or an occasional python boot, know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of STINK-FOOT) You know My python boot is too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by And now it's July I finally got it off And my girlfriend cried, YOU GOT STINK-FOOT! Stink-foot, darlin' Your Stink-foot Puts a hurt on my nose Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain't lyin' Can you rinse it off, do you suppose? (Here Fido, Fido, mpt, mpt, mpt, come here little puppy Bring the slippers Arf, arf, arf (C-R-A-S-H) Huhm, HAH, HAH, HAH...hmhmhm) STINK! (Well then Fido got up off the floor, and he rolled over and he looked me straight in the eye And you know what he said? "Once upon a time, somebody say to me" This is the dog talkin' now "What is your, conceptual, continuity?" "Well I told 'em right then", Fido said "It should be easy to see "The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe" Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog looked at the dog, and he said Sort of staring in disbelief "You can't say that" he said "It doesn't, and you can't, I won't, and it don't it hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't, and it shouldn't it couldn't" He told him, "No, no, no" I told him, "Yes, yes, yes" I said, "I do it all the time Ain't this boogie a mess"?) The poodle bites, the poodle chews it (Repeat + ad lib) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Bruce Fowler (trombone) George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer) Ruth Underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) Ian Underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin, baritone violin) She had that Camarillo brillo Flamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then...) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away Her ranchid poncho An' laid out naked by the door We did it till we were un-concho An' it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho...I mean Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm...no foolin' ...) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph Humphrey (drums) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Bruce Fowler (trombone) George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer) Ruth Underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) Ian Underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin, baritone violin) Kin Vassy (vocals) I am gross and perverted I'm obsessed 'n deranged I have existed for years But very little had changed I am the tool of the Government And industry too For I am destined to rule And regulate you I may be vile and pernicious But you can't look away I make you think I'm delicious With the stuff that I say I am the best you can get Have you guessed me yet? I am the slime oozin' out From your TV set You will obey me while I lead you And eat the garbage that I feed you Until the day that we don't need you Don't got for help...no one will heed you Your mind is totally controlled It has been stuffed into my mold And you will do as you are told Until the rights to you are sold That's right, folks.. Don't touch that dial Well, I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin'room floor I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph Humphrey (drums) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Bruce Fowler (trombone) George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer) Ruth Underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) Ian Underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin, baritone violin) Ricky Lancelotti (vocals) 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 I don't want your cheap emotion Just whip me up some dragon lotion For 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 have ever seen That 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 Give me Your dirty love Just like your mama Make her fuzzy poodle do 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 THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Snap it!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Snap it!) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph Humphrey (drums) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Bruce Fowler (trombone) George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer) Ruth Underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) Ian Underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin, baritone violin) Ricky Lancelotti (vocals) Three hunderd years ago Thought I might get some sleep Stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnight creep You know I'll never sleep no more To me it seem that is just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm the creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out 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 The 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 is 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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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Terry Bozzio (drums)
Roy Estrada (vocals, bass) Adrian Belew (guitar) Ed Mann (percussion) Patrick O'Hearn (bass) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Peter Wolf (keyboards) One two three four I couldn't say where she's comin' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm She stroll on over, say look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill says you can't make me cum No way! (Y'jes can't do it) She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb She could prove it any time all men was scum I don't mind that she called me a bum, But I knew right away she was really gonna cum (So I got down to it) I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm, Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Where's this Dinah-Moe Comin' from I just spent three hours An' I ain't got a crumb From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe From the Dinah-Moe Humm I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it And I can't get into it Unless I get out of it An' I gotta be out of it To get myself into it 'Cause I can't get into it Unless I get out of it An' I gotta be out of it Before I get into it (She looked over at me with a glazed eye And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area And she said...) And here's what she said: Just get me wasted An' you're half-way there 'Cause if my mind's tore up, Well, then my body don't care I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin An' said my-my-my What sort of thing Might this lady get high upon? The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet But she could use a little (OW!) if I wasn't done yet I told her... Just because the sun Want a place in the sky No reason to assume I wouldn't give her a try So I pulled on her hair Got her legs in the air An' asked her if she had any cooties in there (Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!) She was buns-up kneelin' BUNS UP! I was wheelin' an' dealin' WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN OOOOH! She surrender to the feelin' SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED An' she started in to squealin' Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed With her lips just twitchin' an' her face gone red Some drool rollin' down From the edge of her chin While she spied the condition Her sister was in She quivered 'n quaked An' clutched at herself Her sister made a joke About her mental health Until Dinah-Moe finally Did give in But I told her All she really needed Was some discipline... I said: Kiss my aura...Dora... That's right! You know why? Because obviously it was real angora And then I said: Would you all like some more-a? Right here on the flora? An' how 'bout you, Fauna? Do you wanna? ...Frank, Frank...up on stage...up on stage, Frank... Alright... Take me up man, I want... Take you up? Yeah! Sure! Wait a minute, now that you're up on stage, what's your name? Brian Reviera Are you having a OK Halloween Brian? I'm having an excellent time... Sing for Greenwich man, Greenwich, Connecticut ... Alright now, I'll tell you what... Brian, do you know the words to this song? Well, in a way, in a way... OK, here's...Brian, this is your golden opportunity: This is the Frank Zappa Performer-like Contest Now here's what you're going to do: We're gonna play this song again and you're gonna pretend you're me. And you pretend to sing the song and dance all across the stage and get these people a very good Halloween show, would you? Right! Yeah! Yeah! OK, ready? Work! Work! I couldn't say where she's comin' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm Good! She stroll on over, say look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill says you can't make me cum (Y'jes can't do it) She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb She could prove it any time all men was scum I don't mind that she called me a bum, But I knew right away she was really gonna cum (So I got down to it) I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb An' you know I heard some Dinah-Moe Humm, Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe A little Dinah-Moe A little Dinah-Moe A little Dinah-Moe again Little Dinah-Moe A little Dinah-Moe again Little Dinah-Moe A little Dinah-Moe again Little Dinah-Moe ... Hey! How come you guys aren't singing? Wait a minute, wait a minute... Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe ... That's right! Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe ... Give me that hat! Dinah-Moe Alright! Alright, alright What? San Ber'dino? No, no, not yet... I'll tell you what Boy is this thing hard to hold on your head! Let's do another song...here... (San Ber'dino!) No no, we'll do that later... Hey thanks man, you do a pretty good imitation of me... Nice fingernail polish! Really good! Really good! I like that... It's great...look at...show the camera, show the camera your fingernails, Very good...thanks |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph Humphrey (drums) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Bruce Fowler (trombone) George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer) Ruth Underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) Ian Underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin, baritone violin) Kin Vassy (vocals) 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 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 For somebody else...but then, on the other hand I'd 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 pymgy pony Over the Dennil Floss Bush N' then I might just Jumb 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) |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is, think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it, do something about it We make her paint her face and dance If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man While putting her down we pretend that she's above us Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave of the slaves Ah yeah, better scream about it We make her bear and raise our children And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen We tell her home is the only place she should be Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yeah, alright We insult her every day on TV And wonder why she has no guts or confidence When she's young we kill her will to be free While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yes, she is If you believe me, you better scream about it REPEAT: We make her paint her face and dance... |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives Shoot the prisoners in the towers Forty-three poor widowed wives Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Media blames it on the prisoners But the prisoners did not kill "Rockefeller pulled the trigger" That is what the people feel Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Free the prisoners, jail the judges Free all prisoners everywhere All they want is truth and justice All they need is love and care Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State They all live in suffocation Let's not watch them die in sorrow Now's the time for revolution Give them all a chance to grow Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Come together join the movement Take a stand for human rights Fear and hatred clouds our judgement Free us all from endless night Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Attica State, Attica State, we all live in Attica State Attica State, Attica State, Attica, Attica, Attica State |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
We're born in a prison
Raised in a prison Sent to a prison called school We cry in a prison We love in a prison We dream in a prison like fools Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate We live with no reason Kicked around for no reason Thrown out without reason like tools We work in a prison And hate in a prison And die in a prison as a rule Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate We live in a prison Among judges and wardens And wait for no reason for you We laugh in a prison Go through all four seasons And die with no vision of truth Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Standing on the corner
Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel And we found that he was real He sang, "The Pope smokes dope every day" Up come a policeman shoved us up the street Singing, "Power to the people today!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? Well down to Max's Kansas City Got down the nitty gritty With the Elephants Memory Band Laid something down As the news spread around About the Plastic Ono Elephants Memory Band! And we played some funky boogie And laid some tutti frutti Singing, "Long Tall Sally's a man." Up come a preacherman trying to be a teacher Singing, "God's a red herring in drag!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? Well we did the Staten Island Ferry Making movies for the telly Played the Fillmore and Apollo for freedom Tried to shake our image Just a cycling through the Village But found that we had left it back in London Well nobody came to bug us Hustle us or shove us So we decided to make it our home If the Man wants to shove us out We gonna jump and shout The Statue of Liberty said, "Come!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? New York City...back in New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the Free Derry air Is there any one amongst you Dare to blame it on the kids? Not a soldier boy was bleeding When they nailed the coffin lids! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! You claim to be majority Well you know that it's a lie You're really a minority On this sweet emerald isle When Stormont bans our marches They've got a lot to learn Internment is no answer It's those mothers' turn to burn! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! You anglo pigs and scotties Sent to colonize the North You wave your bloody Union Jack And you know what it's worth! How dare you hold to ransom A people proud and free Keep Ireland for the Irish Put the English back to sea! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Well, it's always bloody Sunday In the concentration camps Keep Falls Road free forever From the bloody English hands Repatriate to Britain All of you who call it home Leave Ireland to the Irish Not for London or for Rome! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free If he'd been a soldier man Shooting gooks in Vietnam If he was the CIA Selling dope and making hay He'd be free, they'd let him be Breathing air, like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free They gave him ten for two They got Ali Otis too. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free Was he jailed for what he done? Or representing everyone Free John now, if we can From the clutches of the man Let him be, lift the lid Bring him to his wife and kids They gave him ten for two What else can the bastards do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
There may not be much difference
Between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon If we strip them naked There may not be much difference Between Marilyn Monroe and Lenny Bruce If we check their coffins There may not be much difference Between White House and Hall of People If we count their windows There may not be much difference Between Raquel Welch and Jerry Rubin If we hear their heartbeat We're all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to meet We're all water in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together There may not be much difference Between Eldrige Cleaver and Queen of England If we bottle their tears There may not be much difference Between Manson and the Pope If we press their smile There may not be much difference Between Rockefeller and you If we hear you sing There may not be much difference Between you and me If we show our dreams We're all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to meet We're all water in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together What's the difference? What's the difference? There's no difference! There's no difference! What's the difference? |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Temperature's rising
Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead Cold turkey has got me on the run My body is aching Goose-pimple bone Can't see no body Leave me alone My eyes are wide open Can't get to sleep One thing I'm sure of I'm in at the deep freeze Cold turkey has got me on the run Cold turkey has got me on the run Thirty-six hours Rolling in pain Praying to someone Free me again Oh I'll be a good boy Please make me well I promise you anything Get me out of this hell Cold turkey has got me on the run Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Say please!
Please! Please! Say Please! We take turns conducting Okay |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Scumbag, scumbag,
scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, yeah! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, ho! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scum, scum, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. -"Hey, listen! I don't know whether you can tell what the Words are to this song but there's only two of them And I'd like to have you sing along 'cause it's real easy. Anybody who comes to the fillmore east can sing this song. The name of the song is 'scumbag'. Ok? And all you gotta do is sing 'scumbag'. Right on, brothers and sister let's hear it for the 'scumbag'!" Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scum, scumbag, baby, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, baby, scumbag, baby, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, baby, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, oh yeah, (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) (who's scumbag?) Hey, scumbag, (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) scumbag, scumbag, scum, uh! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag (scumbag) scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. (oh, oh, oh, yeah) |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Good night!
Good night, thank you! Thank you We'd like to thank Frank for having us on here Yeah, he's great, isn't he? He's the greatest |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, percussion)
Ray Collins (vocals) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Roy Estrada (electric bass) Don Preston (electric piano) Billy Mundi (drums) Bunk Gardner (piccolo, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, bassoon) Ian Underwood (electric organ, piano, harpsichord, celeste, flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, baritone saxophone) Arthur Tripp (drums, timpani, vibes, marimba, xylophone, wood blocks, bells, small chimes) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, tambourine) Ruth Komanoff (marimba, vibes) It's the middle of the night And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping It's the middle of the night And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping It's the middle of the night And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping SLEEPING MOM & DAD ARE SLEEPING SLEEPING IN A JAR... ( the jar is under the bed) |
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from Frank Zappa - The Mothers Of Invention/ Uncle Meat (2005)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, percussion)
Ray Collins (vocals) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Roy Estrada (electric bass) Don Preston (electric piano) Billy Mundi (drums) Bunk Gardner (piccolo, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, bassoon) Ian Underwood (electric organ, piano, harpsichord, celeste, flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, baritone saxophone) Arthur Tripp (drums, timpani, vibes, marimba, xylophone, wood blocks, bells, small chimes) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, tambourine) Ruth Komanoff (marimba, vibes) Eat your greens Don't forget your beans & celery Don't forget to bring Your fake I.D. Eat a bunch of these MAGNIFICIENT With sauerkraut MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Sauerkraut! Eat a grape, a fig A crumpete too ... You'll pump 'em right through Doo-wee-ooo Eat your shoes Don't forget the strings And sox You can eat the box You bought 'em in Even eat the truck That brought 'em in Garbage truck MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMouldy Garbage truck Eat the truck the driver And his gloves NUTRITIOUSNESS DELICIOUSNESS WORTH-LESS-NESS |
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from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970) |