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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)
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)
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) 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)
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) 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) (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)
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) 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 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) 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)
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)
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 - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
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) Darling, darling, please hear my plea God only knows what your loving does to me... Cheap thrills in the back of my car Cheap thrills, how fine they are Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now Cheap thrills all over the seat Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills, I can't wait another day Cheap thrills, you gotta try to sneak away Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills set fire to my soul Cheap thrills, like a story untold about Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills in the back of my car Cheap thrills, how fine they are Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills all over the seat Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Etc. etc. etc. |
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
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) It was September, the leaves were gold That's when our hearts knew that story untold We were young lovers, strolling near The fountain of love, founttain of love Do you remember, I held you so near Our love's glowing ember so precious and dear We were young lovers, strolling near The fountain of love, the fountain of love Fountain of love, fountain of love We made a wish and threw in a coin And since that day our hearts have been joined So all you young lovers, wherever you are The fountain of love is not very far We'll go on dreaming of that golden day And remember the fountain is not far away We were young lovers strolling near The fountain of love, fountain of love Fountain of love, fountain of love (spoken) We made a wish and threw in a coin And since that day, our hearts have been joined So all you young lovers wherever you are The fountain of love is not very far Fountain of love, oooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Fountain of love, oooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Fountain of love, oooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Fountain of love, oooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo |
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
When I won your love
I was very glad Every happiness in the world Belonged to me Then our love was lost You went away Now I shed my tears In lonely misery I know now you never Really loved me It hurts me now to think you never Really cared, you know you never really cared I sit and ask myself a thousand times Try, try and find, yeah What really happened To the love That we shared How could I be such a fool How could I believe All those lies you told me How could I be taken in By your sweet face You spoiled our love You ruined my life, yeah I'm so tore down I'm a terrible disgrace But there will come a time You'll regret the way You treated me as if As if I was a fool And didn't know The many times you lied About your love for me Someone is gonna know Your love was just a show |
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano) Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar) Yeah! Got no place to go I'm tired of walking up and down the street all by myself No love left for me to give I try and try but no-one wants me the way I am Why should I pretend I like To roam from door to door Maybe I'll just kill myself I just don't care no more Because I'm not satisfied Everything I tried I don't like the way Life has been abusing me Yeah! Yeah! Who would care if I was gone? I never met no-one who'd care if I was dead and gone Who needs me to care for them? Nobody needs me, why should I just hang around? Why should I just sit and watch While the others smile? I just wish that someone cared If I was happy for a while Because I'm not satisfied Everything I tried I don't like the way Life has been abusing me Yeah! |
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
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 - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
You didn't try to call me, why didn't you try?
I'm so lonely No matter who I take home, I keep calling your name And you, (I need you so bad) you're the one babe Tell me, tell me who's lovin' you now 'Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all I stayed home on Friday just to wait for your call And you didn't try to call me Why didn't you try, I'm so lonely No matter who I take home, I keep calling your name And you, (I need you so bad) You're the one babe Tell me, tell me who's lovin' you now 'Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all I stayed home on Friday just to wait for your call I can't say what's wrong or what's right La la-la-la la, la la-la-la la All you've gotta do-do-do is call me babe La la-la-la la, la la-la-la la You make me feel so excited girl I got so hung up on you from the moment that we met That no matter how I try, I can't keep the tears From running down my face I'm all alone at my place You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... (didja, buddy?) didja? You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... didja? You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... didja? You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... or didja? |
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from Frank Zappa - Hot Rats (1969) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Hot Rats (1969)
I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black Got a little lady... walk that street Tellin' all the boys that she cain't be beat Twenny dollah bill (I can set you straight) Meet me onna corner boy'n don't be late Man in a suit with a bow-tie neck Wanna buy a grunt with a third party check Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell: HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT RITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT ZITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS |
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from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970)
Don't it ever get lonesome?
Yeah! Sure gets lonesome... Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road? Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis... when I thought I had the clap for sure Don't it ever get lonesome? Lonesome ain't the word Don't it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour? Oh, I'll take away... You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you And a pile of laundry by the hotel door Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever give a young man the blues? Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home? When the P.A. system eats it, And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mama too? Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mama too? Don't you better get a shot from the doctor What the Road Ladies do to you? I know someday I will never I'll never go out on the road again, oh, yeah... I know someday I will never I ain't gonna roam the countryside No more I'm gonna hang up them ol' Holiday Inns, yeah And heal my knees up From when I was doin' it on the floor See me doing it! See me do it on the floor! Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mama too? Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mama too? Don't you better get a shot from the doctor What the Road Ladies do to you? |
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from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970)
Hi and howdy doody
I'm the union man You can call me Rudy Any you boys not paid up on your cards? Huh? You know I'm pleased to meet ya Been tryin' all day to reach ya The union's here to help everyone of you Rock 'n Roll stars Rock 'n Roll stars You boys know we care so much About the way they treat ya They send a guy like me to every gig Just to get A chance to meet ya To check and see No wrong's been done That's one good reason I carry a gun I hope the bulge Don't bum you out Wanna get a good look? Let me pull it right out! Let me pull it right out! Let me pull it right out! Let me whip it right out! Rudy! Hi and howdy doody I'm the union man You can call me Rudy Any you boys not paid up on your cards? You know I'm pleased to meet ya Been tryin all day to reach ya The union's here to help everyone of you Rock 'n Roll stars Ha ha ha ha! Welcome to Chicago Welcome to L.A. Welcome to our local here You'll always hear me say The work is here; It's a couple a bucks I'm sure you're glad to pay Whip it out, here's your receipt Now I'll go away Now I'll go away Now I'll go away Now I'll go away Away-ay-eh-eh-yeah Away-ay-eh-eh-yeah Away-ay-ay-eh-eh-yeah Poo-aah... |
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from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970)
I'm cryin'
I'm cryin' Cryin' for Sharleena, Don't you know? I called up all my baby's friends 'N ask'n um Where she done went But nobody 'round here seems to know Where my Sharleena's been Where my Sharleena's been I'm cryin' I'm cryin' Cryin' for Sharleena, Can't you see? I called up all my baby's friends 'N ask'n um Where she done went But nobody 'round here seems to know Where my Sharleena's been Where my Sharleena's been Ten long years I been lov'n her Ten long years And I thought deep down in my heart She was mine Ten long years I been lov'n her Ten long years I would call her my baby, and now, I'm always cryin' Ugh! Ugh! I would be so delighted I would be so delighted If they would just Send her on home to me I would be so delighted I would be so delighted If they would just Send her on home to me Send my baby home to me! Send my baby home to me! Send my baby ho-oo-ome! Send my baby home to me! |
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from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970)
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Like I want you to Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Girl... girl... girl... I love you so hard now, I'm cryin' for you Don't make me lose my pride I want to come inside And grab ahold of you, baby And grab ahold of you Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Like I want you to Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Now... now... now... I want to feel it, give me your love now Don't make me steal it, don't make me steal it Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, Tell me you love me, tell me you love me! Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, Tell me you love me, tell me you love me! Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Like I want you to Tell me you love me, tell me you love me Girl... girl... girl... I love you so hard now, I'm cryin' for you Burnin' with fire, I gotta hot desire 'Cause I gotta make love with you, 'Cause I gotta make love with you, baby 'Cause I gotta make love with you, 'Cause I gotta make love with you Tell me you love me, like I want you to Tell me you love me, like I want you to Tell me you love me, like I want you to Aaaaahhh, yeah! |
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from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970)
Remember Freddie and Jo?
The night you went to the show? (A monster movie) Clutchin' at yer hand (Wait ten seconds) Clutchin' at yer arm (Wait ten seconds) Clutchin' at yer elbow ? (Wait ten seconds) Where did your brassiere go? When the monster came out, 'N everybody shout! People all around you, Screamin' at the monster; The Monster From The U.S.O. Who's this dude with his hair straight back? His new white socks, 'n his pants all black; His T-shirts rolled ? His watch is gold ? A '55 Chevy that his brother just stoled, With his arm's around yer waist ? An' his hand is in yer pants ? An' he asks you for a date To the servicemen's dance! Suppose you don't wanna? What can you do? When a joker like that Got his hands on you ? Oh, baby! T-T-T-Tell me baby Would you go all the way For the U.S.O.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.O.? Lift up your dress, if the answer is "no"... Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? |
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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)
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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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)
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)
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)
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)
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) |