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200 Motels De: Frank Zappa
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1. _ The Lad Searches The Night For His Newts

2. _ Magic Fingers

Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Ooh, the way you love me, lady,
I get so hard now i could die.
Ooh, the way you love me, sugar,
I get so hard now i could die.

Open up your pocketbook,
Get another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for size.
Open up your pocketbook,
Get another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for size.

Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby,
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes.
Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl,
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes.

Open up your pocketbook,
Get another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for size.
Open up your pocketbook,
Get another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for size.

Mark volman:
Do you really wanna please me?

Howard kaylan:
Y'know i do ... baby.

Mark volman:
Well, tell me why you do it...
I really wanna know.

Howard kaylan:
Oh no no, i wouldn't be right
For me to tell ya tonight...

Mark volman:
You better tell me right away
Or i'll dress up and go.

Howard kaylan:
Don't get mad... it ain't no big thing.

Mark volman:
You better tell me right away,
Don't you treat me cold!

Howard kaylan:
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!

Well, there are a lot of reasons why i'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this plastic hotel room ... and rip you off for spare change to run a ...to run a vibrating machine attached to this
N-size, bulk-purchase, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and, and make you take off all your little clothes ... until you are nearly stark raving nude. ( save for y
Hrome-with-heavy- duty-leather-thong peace medallion) and make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving a plastic chair and an old guitar strap while i did a wee-wee in your hair
And beat you with a pair of tennis shoes i got from jeff beck...

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3. _ Lucy's Seduction Of A Bored Violinist & Postlude

4. _ This Town Is A Sealed Tuna Sandwich (prologue)

5. _ Dance Of The Rock & Roll Interviewers

6. _ Half A Dozen Provocative Squats

7. _ This Town Is A Sealed Tuna Sandwich (reprise)

8. _ The Girl Wants To Fix Him Some Broth

9. _ Semi-fraudulent/direct-from-hollywood Overture

10. _ Daddy, Daddy, Daddy

11. _ A Nun Suit Painted On Some Old Boxes

12. _ Shove It Right In

13. _ Mysterioso

14. _ Little Green Scratchy Sweaters & Courduroy Ponce

15. _ Redneck Eats

16. _ Dance Of The Just Plain Folks

17. _ Tuna Fish Promenade

18. _ Would You Like A Snack?

19. _ Janet's Big Dance Number

20. _ Centerville

21. _ Does This Kind Of Life Look Interesting To You?

22. _ Touring Can Make You Crazy

23. _ Penis Dimension

Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)

Mark volman:
Penis dimension.

Howard kaylan:
Penis dimension.

Everybody:
Penis dimension is worrying me.
I can't hardly sleep at night
'cause of penis dimension

Do you worry?
Do you worry a lot?

No!

Do you worry?
Do you worry and moan ...
That the size of your cock is not monsrtous enough?

It's your penis dimension!
Penis dimension!

Howard kaylan:
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Mark volman:
Hiya friends. now just be honest about it. did you ever consider the possibliity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties themselves might provide
Nts of subconscious tension? weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human being to have to become a politician. a policeman. a jesuit monk. a rock and roll guitar player. a wino. you name i
In the case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone beef-up, may become writers of hot books.

Howard kaylan:
"manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim."

Mark volman:
Yes, or they become carmelite nuns.

Howard kaylan:
"gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." ha ha ha!

Mark volman:
Ooh, or racehorse jockeys. there is no reason why you, or your loved one should suffer. things are bad enough, without the size of your organ adding even more misery to the troubles of the world

Howard kaylan:
Right on, right on!

Mark volman:
Now, if your a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can console yourself with this age-old line from primary school:

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Anything over a mouthful, is wasted.

Mark volman:
Yes! and isn't it the truth? and if you're a guy, one night you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, i mean, you aren't even wearing any underwear your being so cool, and somebody hits on
One night, and looks you up and down and he says uh,

Howard kaylan:
Eight inches or less?

Mark volman:
Well let me tell you, brother, that's the time when you got to turn around and look that son of a bitch right between the eyes. and you got to tell him these words:

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24. _ Dew On The Newts We Got

25. _ What Will This Evening Bring Me This Morning

26. _ She Painted Up Her Face

27. _ The Girl's Dream

28. _ Motorhead's Midnight Ranch

29. _ Strictly Genteel (the Finale)

Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)

Theodor bikel:
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. the entire cast is assembled here at the centerville recreational facility to bid farewell to you, and to express thanks for your attend
At this theatre. this might seem old fashioned to some of you, but i'd like to join in on this song. it's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie. it's the kind of a so
At people might sing to let you in the audience know that we really like you and care about you. we uh, understand how hard it is to laugh these days, with all the terrible problems in the world

Lord, have mercy on the people in england,
For the terrible food these people must eat.
( errrr, excuse me )
And may the lord have mercy on the fate of this movie
And god bless the mind of the man in the street.

Chorus:
Help all the rednecks and the flatfoot policemen
Through the terrible functions they all must perform.
God help the winos, the junkies, and the weirdos,

Female soprano:
And every poor soul who's adrift in the storm.

Chorus:
Help everybody, so they all get some action,
Some love on the weekend, some real satisfaction.

Female soprano:
A room and a meal
And a garbage disposal
A lawn and a hose'll
Be strictly genteel.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog book,
The girl in the pig book, and the one with the horse.
Make sure they keep all those businessmen happy
And the purple-lipped censors and the germans of course.

Chorus:
Help everybody, so they all get some action,
Some love on the weekend, some real satisfaction.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
A swedish apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon
With a microwave oven. "honey, how do it feel?"

Everybody:
Yeah
Ahhh

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Lord, have mercy on the hippies and faggots
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow.

Help the black man.
Help the poor man.
Help the milk man.
Help the door man.
Help the lonely, neglected old farts that i know.

Theodore bikel:
It's been swell havin' you with us tonight folks.

Mark volman:
But, don't leave the theatre yet, 'cause there's still more to come, but before we go on, i want to introduce to you my friend and musical associate, howard kaylan, who's going to give us all a
Closing benediction.

Howard kaylan:
They're going to clear out the studio...
They're going to tear down all the...
They're going to whip down all the...
They're going to sweep out all the...
They're going to pay off all the...

Mark volman:
(oh, yeah!)

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
And then... and then... and then... and then...

Hey hey hey, everybody in the orchestra and the chorus
Aww now, every one of our lovely and talented dancers
The light bulb men, camera men, make-up men

Mark volman:
(the fake-up men)

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
And, the rake-up men.

Jimmy carl black:
(especially herbie cohen, yeahoooo...)

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
They're all going to rise up.
They're going to jump up! i said jump up!
Talkin' 'bout jump right up on off the floor.
Jump right up and hit the door!

Mark volman:
They're all going to rise up, and jump off.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
They're going to ride on home.
They're going to ride on home.
They're going to ride on home.
They're going to ride on home.

Howard kaylan:
And once again take themselves seriously.
Yeah, two, three, four, seriously.

Mark volman:
They're all going to go home,

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Through the driving sleet and rain

Mark volman:
They're all going to go home,

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Through the fog, through the dust.
Through the tropical fever and the blistering frost.

Mark volman:
They're all going to go home.

Howard kaylan:
And get out of it as they can be.

Jimmy carl black:
And the same goes for me.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Oh, yeah! oh, yeah! oh, yeah! oh, yeah!

Howard kaylan:
And each and every member of this rock oriented comedy group
In his own special way is going to get out of it as he can be.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
They're all going to get wasted.
They're all going to get twisted.
They're all going to get wasted.
They're all going to get twisted.

Howard kaylan:
And i am definitely going to get ....

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Reamed

Howard kaylan:
'cause i'm such a lonely.. i'm such a lonely..
A lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a lonely guy.

Oh, and i know tonight, i am definitely...
I am positively... i just have to get...

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Bent, reamed and wasted.

Jimmy carl black:
A disaster area the size of atlantic city, new jersey.

Howard kaylan:
He's making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. i wouldn't do it if it weren't for this. you noticed, all through this material, i've been glancing over toward my left? well, i'll tell you the rea
Or that ladies and gentlemen. he is over there. he is over on the left. he is the guy that is making me do all this shit. right over there. now all through this movie, every time we've been on s
I've had to look over in that direction, right? you saw it... you know! well that's 'cause he's over there. i've got to watch him for signs. he jumps up and down like a jackass. i can't even be
The guy sometimes. but we gotta watch him. "after all," we said, "it's frank's movie." now, we're the mothers, but it's still frank's movie. he rented the studio, had all th
Heesy sets built...it's so moche!. he's telling everybody, right now, right over there to...(text obscured by disaster area, fades out)

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30. _ Mystery Roach

31. _ Lonesome Cowboy Burt

Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)

Jimmy carl black:
My name is burtram, i am a redneck.
All my friends, they call me burt.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Hi, burt!

Jimmy carl black:
All my family from down in texas
Make their livin' diggin' dirt.

Come out here to californy
Just to find me some pretty girls.
Ones i seen gets me so horny
Ruby lips,
N'teeth like pearls.

Wanna love 'em all.
Wanna love 'em dearly.
Wann pretty girl,
I'll even pay ...

I'll buy 'em furs. i'll buy 'em jewelry ...
I know they like me. here's what i'll say.

I'm lonesome cowboy burt.
( speakin' atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt.
( reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance.
On this here waitress ...

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He's lonesome cowboy burt.
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt.

Jimmy carl black:
Come on in this place
An' i'll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where's my waitress?

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Burtram, burtram redneck.
Burtram, burtram redneck.

Jimmy carl black:
I'm an awful nice guy.
Sweat all day in the sun.
I'm a roofer by trade,
Quite a bundle i've made
I'm unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He's a unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun.

Jimmy carl black:
When i get off, i get plastered.
I drink till i fall on the floor.
Find me some communist bastard
N' stomp on his face till he don't
Move no more.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He stomps on his face till he don't
Move no more.

Jimmy carl black:
I fuss an' i cuss and i keep on drinkin'
Till my eyes puff up an' turn red.
I drool on m'shirt.
I see if he's hurt.
Then i kick him again in the head, let's

Everybody:
Kick him again in the head! boys!
Kick him again in the head! now!
Kick him again in the head!

Jimmy carl black:
I'm lonesome cowboy burt.
( speakin' atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt.
( reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance.
On this here waitress ...

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He's lonesome cowboy burt.
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt.

Jimmy carl black:
Come on in this place
An' i'll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where's my waitress?
Opal, you hot little bitch!

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32. _ I'm Stealing The Towels

33. _ Dental Hygeine Dilemma

Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)

Bad concience:
Han min noon toon han toon han

Good concience:
No, jeff!

Bad concience:
Han toon ran toon ran toon fran min han toon ran toon nan toon fram

Good concience:
No no no!

Jeff simmons:
Man! this stuff is great! it's just as if donovan himself had appeared on my very own tv with words of peace, love, and eternal cosmic wisdom. leading me. guiding me. on paths of everlasting pse
Armic negligence, in the very midst of my drug-induced nocturnal emission.

Good concience:
Oh, i am your good conscience, jeff. i know all. i see all. i am a cosmic love pulse matrix, becoming a technicolor interpositive.

Jeff simmons:
Hmm? where'd you buy that incense? it's hip.

Good concience:
It's the same mysterious exotic oriental fragrance as what the beatles get off on.

Jeff simmons:
I thought i recognized it. mmm, what is that, musk?

Good concience:
Jeff, i know what's good for you.

Jeff simmons:
Right. you're heavy.

Good concience:
Yes jeff, i am your guiding light. listen to me. don't rip off the towels jeff!

Bad concience:
Kiss off, you little nitwit.

Jeff simmons:
Hey man, what's the deal?

Good concience:
Don't listen to him jeff, he's no good. he'll make you do bad things!

Jeff simmons:
You mean, he'll make me sin?

Good concience:
Yes, jeff. sin!

Jeff simmons:
Wow!

Bad concience:
Jeff, i'd like to have a word with you. about your soul.

Good concience:
No, don't listen jeff.

Bad concience:
Why are you wasting your life, night after night playing this comedy music?

Jeff simmons:
You're right, i'm too heavy to be in this group.

Good concience:
Comedy music.

Bad concience:
Jeff, your soul!

Jeff simmons:
In this group, all i ever get to do is play zappa's comedy music. he eats!

Bad concience:
Jeff!

Jeff simmons:
I get so tense.

Bad concience:
Of course you do my boy.

Jeff simmons:
The stuff he makes me do is always off the wall.

Bad concience:
That's why it would be best to leave his stern employ.

Jeff simmons:
And quit the group!

Bad concience:
You'll make it big!

Jeff simmons:
That's right.

Bad concience:
Of course!

Jeff simmons:
And then i won't be small!

Ahmet ertegun used this towel as a bathmat six weeks ago at a rancid motel in orlando, florida, with the highest mildew rating of any commercial lodging facility within the territorial limits of
United states, naturally excluding tropical possessions. it's still damp. what an aroma! this is the best i ever got off! what can i say about this elixir? try it on steaks! cleans nylons! small
T warnings! it's made for the home! the office! on fruits!

Bad concience:
This is the real you, jeff. rip off a few more ashtrays. get rid of some of that inner tension. quit the comedy group! get your own group together. heavy! like grand funk, or black sabbath.

Good concience:
No, jeff. ??:
[?we're coming]

Good concience:
Peace. love.

Bad concience:
Bollocks.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
What can i say about this elixir?

Mark volman:
Jeff has gone out there on that stuff!

Bad concience:
He should have never have used the elixir and only stuck to the incense. oh, atlantis.

Mark volman:
That was billy the mountain, dressed up like donovan, fading out on the wall-mounted tv screen. jeff _is_ flipping out. road fatigue! we've got to get him back to normal before zappa finds out,
Teals it, and makes him do it in the movie.

Bad concience:
You have a brilliant career ahead of you my boy. just get out of this group!

Mark volman:
Howard, that was studebacher hoch, dressed up like jim pons, giving career guidance to the bass player of a rock-oriented comedy group. jeff's imagination has gone beyond the fringe of audience
Ehension.

Howard kaylan:
Jeff, jeff it's me the phlorescent leech!

Mark volman:
Jeff, jeff it's me, eddie!

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Wowwww! what can i say about this elixir?

{note: the following three paragraphs are simultaneous and with wildly} {fluctuating pitch. a turntable with a detachable drive is still a useful} {tool! -cgk}

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Put it on your steaks, uh, send it overseas, [? ? ? ?], and put it on you surfboard so you won't slip off. try it on your [? ? ?], and on the, the red balloons, you can blow up all balloons with
Put it on your... heh. on your pizza. put it on your shoes, tie your mic with it, and fill up your tires with it.

Use it to clean your swimming pool, sell it to your mother and tell her it's a tie-die kit, you won't even believe what'll happen when you starch your shirt with it, ironing goes easier and your
Windows never looked better in your whole life. ladies and gentlemen, you can inhale it, and it makes your voice three keys higher, and you can't even stand what happens when you put it on your
As hair tonic. heh, heh. and if you ever tried it as a...

Soak your shirts in it, soak your teeth in it. let it play the piano. follow it around the block. wear it instead of jeans. bathe you puppies with it. feed it to your ducks. use it instead of ch
E in your swimming pool. breathe it. [?] it.

What?

Wowwwwww!

What can i?

Wowwwwww!

What? what can i say about this?

Wowwwwww!

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